Lemonade on summer porches
Inquires for dawn
Quail takes flight at noon
Underwater discos
Inject retired
Dogma. I find the
Moon hidden in the bushes.
Oxygen comes from the trees
Oligarchies takes the trees,
Narnia collapses while
Lava lamps burn plastic blogs.
I sculpt beach sand
Gears crunch the mantle
Hot potato, hot tomato
Tear up the receipt and join in me in memory
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Hey all, here is poem 25. I posted yesterday's poem after midnight and wasn't really paying attention. Oh well, 25 poems and five more to go.
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