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


Sat There, Rude... - Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

with a cocktail fork and a lemon wedge....
holding.a pamphloon...
unknown advertisers filled the front page....
...flexxed and fumed..promised utter worlds....
in a language written on flounder wraps and twisted to hold chestnuts.....
wisps of sky ledgers fled....no match for the grating sound of hollow metal on concrete.....
but there was the blue...
and the tree....

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 7, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, December 18, 2009


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