Author Archives: ayaladn

which shoes may wear down iris a meadowland lark even bobolinks   lingering juncoes ring-neck pheasants spatterdock wide dew harem cock   Spot in the poppies yellow a bud a buttercup our maid she’ll get through

perhaps it is red a camel far from Egypt Clio’s patrician   once on a blue rug the scroll of a fringe selah an asperity   a fate a tatter what mystery hidden an hyacinth sea

from a riverbed no water only wheels rode watch out one time when   lookout crick a neck noose or lasso cast a net drop it ore nugget   drag it still restive a rest-up but no spittoon low blue bottle barr’d

how to keep a pen- guin in a cloister aisle still ask him that yourself   we cant a loud speech searching through a neigh-borne wood nothing is more good   that you nowhere hear infinite a minimal four dozen minnows

I put the billy goat bubbl’d in a washtub when I sleep he slips   one time clipping by inextricable shall do in a picket fence   call him Butterhead that way he is on the loose in the Pyrenees