Every night I dig
With my toy shovel and pick
Hoping to hit
The Bottom of Your Heart
I unwrap the foil
At first sight the soil is bright red
The heady aroma goes right to my head
But I keep digging
Holding out for the dark part
At the center of the bottom of your heart
Wordliness threw skinliness as on Q
Balls of mini! sir reel ads 2 askew
4 ceramic sinks in too
Feet dove just plane heavy sandy clay grit.
Eye will chew let hers alike a b and what o’s
A round comes a rind
So own a ship
In a see world wear webs witch watch as winds
Surly grounds me bee gauze it doze, tit just dawns, no real leaves in droves, it absolutely dross.
I dequiver my finger,
I type dove animal tails hard vesting sea fibers of ink coorperation
Sew selves notes on peaces of paupers back
Editions of “the melon hollers southern foul”
Can white oust the stagger
Wag the incorporeal air
For a wile,
And I do mean awhile.
Wordliness threw skinliness as on Q
Balls of mini! sir reel ads 2 askew 4
Ceramic sinks in too
Feet dove just plane heavy sandy clay grit.
Eye will chew let hers alike a b and what o’s
A round comes a rind
So own a ship
In a see world wear webs witch watch as winds
Surly grounds me bee gauze it doze, tit just dawns, no real leaves in droves, it absolutely dross.
I dequiver my finger,
I type dove animal tails hard vesting sea fibers of ink cooperation
Sew selves notes on peaces of paupers back
Editions of “that melon hollers southern foul”
Can white oust the stagger
Wag the incorporeal air
For a wile.
Blark Blark Wulf Wulf!
Know remark the fist
No mean in g.
Check Won. Checkers Two……
Wordliness threw skinliness as on Q
Balls of mini! sir reel ads 2 askew 4
Ceramic sinks in too
Feet dove just plane heavy sandy clay grit.
Eye will chew let hers alike a b and what o’s
A round comes a rind
So own a ship
In a see world wear webs witch watch as winds
Surly grounds me bee gauze it doze, tit just dawns, no real leaves in droves, it absolutely dross.
I dequiver my finger,
I type dove animal tails hard vesting sea fibers of ink cooperation
Sew selves notes on peaces of paupers back
Editions of “that melon hollers southern foul”
Can white oust the stagger
Wag the incorporeal air
For a wile.
For some reason, the comment response I wanted to leave has never left the “moderation” process. After days of waiting, I put these two replies, all to be swiftly uploaded. This is odd to me…….Maybe I should critique your stuff instead of try to upload the surreal meaningful poem that has now about three in the moderating process. Although, I’m sure this poem blog spot is mainly used for you and your fishing. Dishing it out, and reeling it in.
Bud:
Yeah, I’ve approved your others but they havn’t gone through. I actually havn’t been prompted through my E mail about these two comments above. They were automatically approved. Blog.com is full of glitches. Post whatever you want. Anything you want. Note To Selves’ policy excludes no self.