the slough barked not unlike a seal full of salmon
the slough mirrored not much very well
the slough had its home on the side like a tick
the slough slayed all in sight
the slough spread in all caps a TSUNAMI
the slough's attic was both empty and teeming
the slough was but a fly stuck in a hot black snake
the slough knew aggravation the board game might float
the slough had a dock, once
the slough mirrired very muddy stars and gars
the slough held fitzcarraldo groaning rivets in thin regard
the slough had no bottom nor mouth but a third seep eye
the slough of the seventeenth century, same as the last
the slough knot undid the trees
the slough sent spells and spelled sleuth not sloth
the slough the slough loved forever and then bailed
the slough had a storm slain and trees uprooted strewn
the slough gave birth a present full of eggs
the slough spilled to refill its prescripted zeal
the slough ate stew as froggy on the banjo said hallelooluh
the slough gorges himself on raw land
the slough takes all craps
the Lslough is better without the eLbow
the slough made merry betting like a fool cuckoo
the slough is wide closed in dismal deeps
the slough meandered cuz that what it do
the slough for our information is tepid at dawn
the slough his baroque morning gave furlough
the salute the slough flew was quasi neo parasitic proud
the slough was a splinter spread thick as marmite
the slough has sex everwhere it knows
the slough steep reclines for a lean toward moon
the slough literally takes a bath figuratively
the slough met on the tarmac for a bribe or bride
the slough poet pocketed a pound of pond mud
the slough almighty found relief in a catfish
the slough grew to faint or feign depending
the slough soup the plane full of letters
the slough made maidens left wanting more wanting
the slough mine stocked glimmers by the score
the slough or some agent of slime was our water
the slough gurgled in recess but played in class
the slough looked itself up in the tangled sky
the slough harpy crashed in a tangled bless
the slough gave us work and sweat
the slough memorandized an antiquated fax totem
the slough toted mayo to the clinic and saw banyan dreams
the slough keeps going fresh to stagnant overnight
the slough is no shogun
the slough steams open geodes and fills them with supper
the slough ramp drew webbed crowds of critics
what was a slough to do
No comments:
Post a Comment