the loch ness monster

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the loch ness monster  (  a  p o e t r y  )




weaves in the aether

hits like a hittite

thistles for breakfast

pens of the glens


whistles in woodland

coughs like a comet

hovercraft ankles

naps as a gnat


fluent in flemish

uzbek & zulu

drinks with the fishes

sings-in the spring


schemes with the weasles

laughs like a pylon

flies on a big broom

kisses the moon

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solvent-free muse

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solvent-free muse ( a true tale in that verse )



oh my muse - solvent-free

no you cannot fool me

so i still sniff your glues

undeceiving are you


with your false claims i find

as it's all in the mind

so once more i relent

my soul longs for your scent

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