Unfast, not safe; not secure
Mano Myn found knowes
& steppes tobreddes
for farrant will'd onfystial
sprats rickets toward
a lamb tilled cloud
them lemon paste bilt up
for tuppence down'd
and dowry'd ups all a
froony near-faun to
bed its sailor scroll
to a pent stable
Unfast, not safe; not secure
Mano Myn found knowes
the rubber band or clan's
destiny not for clothes
closed shows for them
that paste their wide grins
in a nichey rail to flee
from magnet's grace
in a hinder pale built
for sly tinder
in a bonnet's p-pipe
doxel
axles sprount wily-nihil
and the wheels floorish
tread the mule
old sports
cooling heels
in a gallows of candy
and boorish replaints
dads fairy the tooth stove
where the green billys
slave to luxury's kin
men are built
of cherries
and din
pop-eyed
wombs can slather
the moist chances
with few and feud
rumpled petty-coats
lift into mountains of cred
a pentace for the pentacle
or ponstaxle's poon
nurbs are modern
and bright naked male chests
link into pink hyboreal choirs
of sewing swings
hover-craft sewing machines
spit baroquial phanderules
and in our silk slipper pontoons
we surf and cabole
caitiffs swlagging our burly brers
where the lompony poolys
tree a fonder she-she
and our crystal dugs in migration
wept jolly sone-mi
how look these odd accoustremeants
where the creatastrophy
phonies its money's
pentad swmarmilot
camel heads
come poking out of green gondolas
to frit the walrus'
slurpy awe sum
that collage is freaking awesome! RIP TORN!
ReplyDeleteThese last three posts (poems and artwork) are super!
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