Monday, December 1, 2014

Sailing on the Gulf of Yap!

Golden green-dayglow
upchuck, brittle as it is stale
left flailing next to lovely English countrysides
filled with jazz and memories.


Offal awful tutencommonplaces
forage around Sam Spade encomiums.


Yellowed word salad frobishers
apoplectic as the man behind the curtain
pair with pithy, parlor trick peons to laughter.

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