Friday, March 10, 2017

Poem #104 Smoke!

Smoked!
What a top-heavy hat you’re in
Dancing corridor through the mountain Motts
Fresh off the fray of
a hush lillabilla lullabay
O moan, (silence)

Fire!
This is the sowing
This is the heist
This is the Au! Au! Aue!
This is the A lala

Lightening!
Its glass so gay
Fizz like a tubtale
Drowning kisses
Sledge nosed, to the day it’s a pass
Drowning kisses

Ashes!

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