The clopping house in the
district parlour, the ramekin
butterballs on loan from
puckering, those dipstick
jettisons wallowing in
package, that gasbag lop
effective of cocoa crabbiness,
that jetliner obdurate speckled thing
dying to remove floored greenery,
that banged up bubble thought
under the scabrous hootch,
that twiddling fluid, that
mucky word choice, that stud
changer, that wrangling
hacking sound,
and chance to resist
sits in the green sun,
a buttery leafy left to
resist change in the
manner of rendering
No comments:
Post a Comment