Monday, November 11, 2013

11-9 Idle Prattle

like butter,
idle prattle,
slipping in easily,
commenting as,
busy green buds,
bloom chattering,
from bubbles rising,
in effervescent slices
of apples, beef,
hot-medium,
sizzling really's,
pretend oh's,
but mostly,
the sound of one hen,
farting continuously,
while knitting with his words,
ruffling ink,
from his feathers,
admist, the symphonic din,
of his kernels popping,
on hot pavement,
f- is it the collapse already,
chortling,
to the wind in particular,
one pink eye,
raving mad,
the other,
like butter,
drowning,
from the sky upwards,
is it raining again?

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