Abora

clement weather

8/1/18 12:06AM

 

i’d dive graciously in puddles of mud

if there were any rain in this town

the soil is all loose

and the girls are too

when the thunderstorms roll round

 

chirping flies and miles come

bearing horseradish travelers,

cobras and adders

they seem to steal my crop

 

noises at midnight now

are chortles and whines

as you swallow the time

it’s all gone back to bugs

 

fuck the readers and

the miserable deceivers

that grow in babbling brooks

Comments1

  • Lorna

    I think your poems should be movies..... love the quirky......



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