Tuesday, April 25, 2017

in the shoe box under my bed

transfusion  stormed by a sultry
specimen, knots of rampage
damage the silo. Straits  ravish

the boomerangs of  form
and the calyx of the marine-tethered
nitrate, chastened with the spanking

of roosters.  I hedge duels
and bayonets and the lopsided decisive
hue of wonderland

by nicotine. Wavering the morphine
on the formation torch, wandering
with delirious  frosted

stigmas to the slice  of a reckless superlative.

Source:   Tree, Iris. “Tranquility stirred by a sudden spasm.” Retrieved from: http://www.gutenberg.org/files/45643/45643-h/45643-h.htm

Hey all, here is poem 25, only 5 more to go. I can't believe how fast this month went by.

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