twisting tangled friutful words
a lucrative spirit, like hatching birds
a new spot, a new place, a new sight a new sound
a deadness here, exploading pound
a riftless shamble on my guitar
a tactless ramble gathered much too far
a limp but sturdy juxstoposision
as simply natural as nuclear fision
a chapter gone a life anew
a thin yellow hint of something blue
colors speak of marvolous tails
reaching forward, like pelting hail
a pixie gone, a friend never gained
a cork shoots off the fizzing champaigne
how did the grand canyon gain its reputation
when no one is here to feel my saultation
tender topics of nice rare meat
a sweaty bond through thick and heat
a clear and precise foggy dent
building tension to give up for lent
a falling twisting fruitful word
a time to take, a mind of the absurd.
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