Daily Archives: May 7, 2018
.. this wor(l)d wants to be a thou -sand poems. ..
.. gosh, my galoshes are sloshed. i’m gonna need a bum -bershoot to keep my willy-nilly birthday suit(e) saved unscathed from all this mud -(d)led muck. yuck, the sun’s come out again. i miss the stuck-struck spill of my jelly-belly … Continue reading
.. S(p)ring a silly song, be-fuddle me a muddy-muse, so we can s(t)ring along. Cuddleme a cloud-phrase, huddleup in hiccup-daze; hunkerdown in puddle-praise, zipcrunchleap a poem. Fa-La-La a lullaby(e), fall into a murmured sky. Ink. Don’t think. And don’t ask why. … Continue reading
.. , won’t you hold for me a petaled breeze between your teeth, speak some quiet sigh -lence into my hungry ear? will you save for me a song or two ………(a day, a year) from this crushed dawn; a … Continue reading