cant stay tranquil eye’d
limpid lampblack ample as
set down your own hair
sand blonde o’er briquette
leave a russet our dinner
wrestle for it you
one hand table paws
all on a floor and biting
there goes an ankle
and right hand and eye
by the way laid a wall up
but I have no boots
That because you used more metric feet than usual.>KB I liked this bit-o-whimsy–esp. the first stanza ‘lampblack’ is a true gem.
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Feet are ok…extra stanza as getaway spot
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