Bare To The Left Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Bare To The Left



higher than a weathered balloonist
clambering into the pit
to get a hosing-down
and no, no more fried baloney
there's cicadas in it, don't ya know? .
my poodle has stripes
but I'll bet yours is polka-dotted
am I right?
bring him along next time
we can meet up at the cloister and take it from there

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