Pomes
Labels:
cack,
caprussule,
glureon,
mozzle,
naquillity,
nonsensical,
poesaics,
pomes,
skrey
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Tousling notes from a loquacious mozzle.
Somewhere behind the Caprussule tree
My hands reached for succulent pomes.
I heard a caggle of cack above my head
As I twisted the pomes fleshy skin.
I draw its five seeded forest near my lips and
Partake of sweet earth’s russule and grass.
A raindrops twang lingers upon my tongue
As a puce slur skreys across glureon skies
Tousling notes from a loquacious mozzle.
Somewhere behind the Caprussule tree
My hands reached for succulent pomes.
The caggle of cack have since flown past.
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paisley said...
very nice use of repetition.. i almost expected to find out you had written these four very difficult words into a form!!!!!!
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