untitled poem things

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untitled poem things  (  sgniht meop deltitnu  )




untitled poem things

sing with the winter wren

penned as the kettle sings


spawn of the morning's odes

yawning in analogue

frog hops & crawling toads


crows of the cockatoos

tea of the clipper ship

hip hip hypotenuse


tones of the broken clocks

building with rubber bricks

ticks & then token tocks


slugs in the underscores

drumming in triple slime

rhyming with thunder roars


pickle me vegetables

clover & overstep

peppermint sentinels


dogwood & spinning plates

cloaked in an oaken hood

wood chip & figure eights


sucking as lemon curds

summer is riddled pink

ink blots & bursts of birds


flaps as the chatter runs

suns as the clatter clapped

chapped lips & scatter guns


shoot as the budded leaves

nip as the ninja gnat

shat of the basket's weaves


shades of the sunless skies

wraiths in a comet's tail

stale bread & butterflies


rip tides & broken wings

spin as the spindle's spun

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