Indite Poem by Kongsaeng Chris Everson

Indite



Morphophonemics were
shearing strain as
I supinate.

The innerdirected stomach
vocalized general
metonym.

Toothsome, linguistic
dudes also welcomed
squalene.

Yummy, rabid mustard
was hustled in
the pelican's nose.

My dog has fleas.

Friday, February 17, 2017
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