Michael Witkowski

Trees A-Bed

Trees lie in bed
Their bark swollen
With mooshrooms fed
On sap- sap blows oop bark
Raisin is soocked out
Cleared and returned
Trees with own will
make automatons bleep
Soom trees sloomber
Soom hearken sounds
Soom scratch their bark
Soom feel their pain sensors
Yank out whines from
Pipelines of electric
charge transfer
Soom seek audience
Hoog their nursies
Chat and flirt fletingly
Or deeply
Bask in love &
Renew their forest
Refresh the humus

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 3, 2005
Poem Edited: Monday, January 3, 2005

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  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (1/3/2005 7:43:00 AM)

    I sthis supposed to be pidgeon poetry?

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