from Wanders

 

Whoa noet,
How be blasted in the dumb plethora,
where the beleaguable grounds
to blurb crowned eel
as oil or selenery –
zippery, misbridged with flints,
at cool juxtance. Do
brittle chuffles singe our rhizomatics
wither verbs impurge
for a carping lurched sideways
as schist from cockles under vox?

 

faith lose song to its ruckle
its ivy pace mulled to a sea saw
and pitchy – skip-jump to cuckoo corkscrew
and feathery vex under hubbub
while it churns oozy – hey, shebang
for a whoop teeter
in salient fumblage.

n e x t

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