for Kenward Elmslie
Down in the boondocks rhematic sinsigns multiply
jug jug to hungry ghosts,
bursting open pearly gates.
“Aint no grace, aint no guilt,
popcorn twiddle, come full tilt”
handy pathfinders whoop
at no-restriction hurdles :
Da woid ob sin aint dare at all,
not in giggles nor reddening toes
no think blink
no tattle no buckle
high dick fun at the fair.
Vestigial legisigns just don’t operate,
healty wisps entwining and buzzing,
hinterland busy with fresh huggermugger.
Replica points:
you point your toes
in fact it’s toes we fluffily toss.
Secret moon lotion rub by reedy pool.
“They call me Googoo” I said, I…..
All upsurge, hot tip
green informants signify
the trees are barking
“cheeze it, the cops.”
Trees tease, twinkle.
That need being versed in country things:
guiltless I milked the cow,
slaughtered chicken,
swam with snakes,
unjust barefoot hobbledehoy
ahoy.
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