Here ye! Here me? Come with the night!
Butter cream smell
of rotting hydrangeas.
Who he is that will not come
Into the radical like of Jesus Christ
Our Savior?
Moss grows soggy after night of cherry
milk puffs eating esophagus
The King has spoken!
Shut up, eat your words
And spit them back out with commanding authority
Kill the mother. Birth her belly.
Oh radiant, child call into high grass
Unmown lawn?
Uncle Sam Lee Roy vaulted uncontrollable
laughing tears scratch kitten paws.
Lift up! Tired minds race three legged dogs
Grandma speaks loudlier?
The quiet movement of mouses nose!
The quiet movement of untired toes in midnight air!
Sleep ill with on ghost haunches? With
Cheerios, stop beating heart. Call into the
Wild for the illuminated wolf Buckeye Blitz. Then
lean into out of real the lemon of pink.
2 comments:
Sleep ill with on ghost haunches?
Wild for the illuminated wolf Buckeye Blitz.
Wolf Blitzer, and O! I always knew you were smart, but you are genius.
Amanda,
Hey, your blog until April hit. You only have 17 of your 30-ish entries. Of course, what you do have is quite good, and there were times (you may/should remember) when I ended up using something you articulated here in class.
Good work overall, but the fact that you're missing so many entries will cost you some points.
Have a great summer.
All best,
Matt
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