Treasure Island

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


Obfuscatorily


it's time to be ornate,
banal and truly mad
my grey cells are propelled
from a wobbly launching pad
ever green and wreathed in writhing
sump pump's issue keens, abiding
ask no more of me, my dears
a zarzuela robbed my ears

Submitted: Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 12, 2013

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