Anne Excited Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

utterances..
.wore a streaming slip..as her tongue's ballpeen......
crystallized....
the hall was cleared of
clutterances...
as gingerly...the dilettantes......unseen,
were cordoned off to hail the chiefly
bluepoint pearls they fancied, briefly....
while the misty icons pranced...cavorted...
.an intimation to the dance...extorted.....
mephistophelized...
well...
sometimes the scene on a Mulberry Street
car
hops the heartland.....skiptraces a beat.....
.far
be it from me...
.to lay it on a linear decelerator....