It Has Become More Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

difficultured
to
meet in the petrified dishtowel.....
the rankers are descending from the fortresses....
they file, singlet-draped, down the narrow valley of dormice and dredels.....
spinning inchestuous rollerei from their polished pallettes.....
I dreamed them a garden of sunglasses...
some gave of their watercress...
the bouquet is as complete as it shall be........for today....
.........tomorrow,
well...
.I don't presume to say....
.....................but I snicker as I doodle......
if it frays...will it break at the dotted liana?