If Only The Falkland Sound Could Whisper Poem by William Greco

If Only The Falkland Sound Could Whisper



rain fingers stroke the Daphne's neurosis
motionless.
a laurel tree there.

rank-raw and austere, saucey and languid
fleckless like statue on a red room trip.

there's this meticulous magic inventor
miming the locust in the elevator
genius and missionary
his chariot of polygon hares.

Sunday, July 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: imagery,nonsense,surreal,surrealism
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