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Sour Meadows

 

Lemon licking grass blades 

Growing in the misty marshes 

Sugar pollen 

Air particles

And

Syrup dripplets hanging

On the starches 

 

Lime flowers 

Blooming in unison 

Inviting the wimpy

Wasps 

To sizzle the pupals 

And to steal the 

Orange tang concentrate

Laying on plush pedals

Tip tops 

 

And the mango juices 

Dances between the 

Divine thighs of 

The drowsy flora goddess 

Sipping apple cider 

Under the sticky

Icky maple 

Ol so modest 

 

Citrus lilacs 

Potent melons 

Like to fill the gardens

With toxic delight 

Take a snag 

With a firm hand 

And let the tongue 

Sizzle from pink 

To white 

 

Glazed rapid 

Rivers 

Float the furry 

Kiwis to the bed

Were the jars 

Of tainted honey 

Seduce the 

Badgers nostrils

But ache there 

Danish brown belly\'s 

 

Acid aqua ambrosias

Blow in the wind 

With such 

True tart taste 

For all the holy

Critters to nibble

And munch 

When appetites 

Empty like a vase 

 

Bitter green grapes

Dangle from the 

Cinnamon branches 

With grimy pest gnawing 

On the slim stems

Picked and plucked

Precisely on the snake 

Vines 

Covered in sharp gems

 

 

Smushed barefooted

With naked ankles 

And basket grease 

While baby caterpillar

Caters its mouth 

Over head on

Lucious leafs 

 

 

And the berries 

Rightfully rotten 

Bustle through 

The bushes 

For the frizzy

grizzlies

To be curious 

While sniffing

And pawing

In all kind of swooshes

 

And the tangerine rain 

Burns beautifully

On the soul 

Who walks on

The listerine land 

Showering the 

Prairies 

Washing the 

Sticker bugs 

Soaking  

That wonderful

Rank of the 

Vingegar soil 

For the wild 

To bathe

Even the 

Chunky slugs 

 

A meadow 

Of sour succulents

Heals with stings 

And Lives through 

Trees 

For when the 

Saliva sends 

For more 

And more 

Of the ivy 

touch 

The poison freedom

And the pungent yellow  

Sun

Spread on the 

Taste buds for

Eternity