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

Have

mastered little subterfuge...
as glossing winkered on a luge
is screeded... concuvert's refrain
has rederailed travolent train...
a moment, then, to abscond with
the gaddish fly's purported myth...
underlain with strommeled pomp,
as ever, tinged with wrangle-romp....
an eye, cast not with bilirubin...
is cleft, off-center, stalk protrudin'....

.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success