Sunday, February 24, 2019

tooth

Mother Tooth To Chip
12-1-18

As I solve that whole mystery as obvious as the history
Two blocks up looking for our glasses directed to proceed
As I see to the need our interesting chapter and another dog to feed
Bent upon prosecuting of vast details
Combinations and another tooth to chip
Call it hip as the honor doth drip by stenographers and typewriters
Just to see you smile
O, did I use lightness as established in '84
Left only wanting more
Furthermore I come to them to preach....





As Hurled
12-1-18

All in Bantam Classics
O, how are you
O, new star blue
Hope will do it for those that own it
In that I get what I need and want
To whom ye forgive anything in iambic pentameter
How are you now star blue have grace in ones own place
O, do we begin again to commend the beginning of the end
O, what indignation is such
O, how much
Let's keep in touch
In a place where I would rather suffer the consequences
Than to give up my habit at home when yet eighteen as hurled.....






Flowering At The Fair
12-1-18

Of literary realism and great masterpieces
And a bowl of soup to share it with the group
Yet unassuming
That's an old one on me
Reconfiguring for office boy deferentiality
In that I hope for my own scope sometimes too much rope
As I gladly sink to yellow and pink in pleased menial states
When high noon is long gone
Yea, what revenge no such thing in my book for posterity
And fishhooks two blocks up
O, such a flowering at the fair.....







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