slippery symphonies
September 22, 2007
sprout of the mouth of a moth
merely a meek interceder
freely a feely feebler
beefier balloony baboons
their belligerence is up their waist,
a sizer a sizer of talks to one’s face,
show shudders, uttermost disagrace
crestfallen
news is pressing,
tout you out,
toss about,
like leaves in wind full of salad dressing.
