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A Wound-up Dollop

dodos too pjs

one one pitter pat slap back

two one flatten as pan scrape

 

three sixty degrees

maybe half boysen a burl

to girls with torches

 

sum thing is rooftop

one fob for dark hold stop once

hollow polka dots

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Posted byayaladnApril 16, 2013April 16, 2013Posted inPoetry, UncategorizedLeave a comment on A Wound-up Dollop

Wasn’t It Crewel

frigid air magnet

@ wasn’t it torpedo’d

periscop’al capp’d

 

greater caesuras

ghostlier got sum coupon

@ limousine it

 

one day @ ‘canal

centerpiece tilt to Timor

blue collar Persians

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Was It Kiosk Or

beret babushka

mayfair later a strip’d hat

paris all tandem

 

zanzibar once was

close up at aswan oar then

car turn’d a kitchen

 

cumberbunders cue

a sandwicher jamm’d half sawn

an angora’d watt

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Crew Ink Blue

why remember port

a star border lay we’re on

an ocean to go

 

yes it was leeward

October you and I were

islanders only

 

I read no sum thing

you center’d postcard bottl’d

we shar’d flow’rs South

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It Wasn’t September

I’ll remember Maine

bards harbour’d all the moor’d boards

patios and tides

 

wall’d at a bus stop

a church windows Tiffany’d

botanical’d spot

 

various dahlia’d

limestone o’er sandstone the grade

no Cuban cigars

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