Two poems I wrote a few weeks ago in an indo haze:
Warbling putty-fat Britsh comedian’s belly, bristling on stage with spiteful candor,
Like a basketball dribbled sarcastically. One-man game.
boo boo boo it says. boo boo boo.
His beard nuzzle strokes it like a hairy tongue.
Cold stoned (HAVE to remember to buy that roll of sheeting!)
Winter moves like frosty wet weed
Glistening slow hand downy snow seed
Squirrel flickers. Chickadees scatter like firecrackers.
Wh-
What?
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