one day U turn in half a yoke to delay he who’s knot a yo-yo who goes…’OK’… when out there there’s th@t OFU so the farmer cedes whereas thereafter more cars go only backwards to search for beebees
Category Archives: Poetry
IT’s a Crow Nest
OK, let’s stay in & honor the old ladies who made BBQ BYO kabobs & laptops to kaboodle ‘tho she’ll sing kazoo’d @ The Seventh Veil & roll up all the tent poles when we should bay watch
II X XVIII
Otto in idle is furious the surplus, ‘PS…space for Ming…’ Bibi, declasse, stress’d in blase corduroy, throws darts @ The Crew not-1 to 1 there… “Ms Dubb, ‘but in position not so good as Drawn…’ “
Psi-fed Phyllum
So-caul’d call’d 2Cold ‘tho he was @ Umbrage Bridge knot now & hung up by extension short no-1 shoreward cut a cord whittl’-bits to seam as a craft embark in orbit ITsC’ds to weave U turns there in flax
2 Become 4
sm psi’z synapses q into root bein’s as therefore cann’d water as mobilities ipso drip by drip factor proto-tenderly well-in as is bred ryed up in two slaps by four roll’d before the door