A robin exchanges from the cool poplar,
Like Semper Fi in the eye or Frank Zappa baying to his arm
Crushed by the evil shiny pate he laughs at the weak spider.
The lustful eyes of the crab rolled back at the sight of the bird
“Ferries are larger than dolphins, likewise a coat is better than nothing.”
As it gazed into its eyes it observed "You don't sweat much for being so tight."
Hope for you is not a morning dove, rather a mourning granger
On my four wheeler I will ride with Lucille Ball at my side
Crooning out in frustration, the vigilante moth chopped violently.
The robin was hunted, but it wasn't found,
A light wind switched past, like a penguin breaking wind.
With lightning strokes, the feathered fiend shot forward; contemptuously, rapidly
Quickly the silk was snatched up, Sadism accounts for the facts
The bird picked up the torn wing and stapled it back on the angel
"Surface!" yips Poseidon, the keeper of turtles
She trembled; her breast shook,
From a height high above, the bear grasped my intent.
Fetch this bone, or like a dog I will grip you in my yellowed teeth.
I dreamt mildly
By the shame of the daybreak
Sleeping impatiently on the iceberg-white sheets
On thoughts of birds
Where cobbled streets lie harshly
And all the spellbound tides sing
COMMENTS
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BLOODLIFE
20:09 Oct 15 2008
I've silently admired your work ... this is outstanding!!
Joli
02:06 Oct 16 2008
You had me at "penguin breaking wind."
DeathByBloodLust
16:52 Oct 16 2008
You'll never lose your touch darling. Excellent work.