delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

enlaubered,
astride
the gaping, whistling borealic expanse
between
...

dancers spark and drift
in a penumbra
of split rails
and tacit organdy
...

in my mojito.
he's tiny and he's blue.
...

of the tartlettes...
luciferous when considering indemnities..
scrimping on marginal tie-offs
with a wiggle-wiggle woggle
...

after years of squiggles,
sprinks
and blinks
he's finally found
...

having gone a-rummaging
amongst the leaves and grasses
there are revealed,
oh, now I see
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George's sky blue pants
tattoo a silhouette
against green sea
rhythms
...

according to avocado's hypothesis
a couple have come to the conclusion that pantherism is the way to go...
it's that or the two shall become an agitator pair....
pitiless, narrowly sequestered and nonrecumbatory....
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my own spout....?
.no easier than for you to stem yours......
faces
of the same pallor....flushed...
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