PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Gaze upon this looking shift and pale,

Casting lines and drift, soon gone,

Great pots stewing, frothing, steaming laddle,

Drifting in and out within clouded songs,



Sheer drop and scratch a scream, jump,

Summit down and crawl out of the bedposts,

Carry-all bags, chapsticks, money lumps,

Jungle rhythms escalate or rattle most,



Whew, that was close, so decide a crime,

Fix-er-upper down-and-outter foxtrot,

Lime deposit and mind the signs,

"King clot the dust mot": what he wrote,



Singing penury, the red-blooded dowry,

My wife, till life-do-us-conjoined,

Like rotting, mushroomed and flowery,

Selling scores to buy a coin,



And if you can sense of this make,

Light halos suffer clouds down,

A hidden word lose with head shake,

Wear a beating Chevy hub-cap crown.



Go ahead.  Be my outcast.