nill footed gracious gorgeous
fasted
clinkering anxiously in liquin
eyes drooped slitherous spying
she caresses the sequin
fallen from her brow
a forest brazen with spruce and thyme
fingers the fortress colors black
from the objection
of pores aggressed in executive glance
a hotpot summary
lately a bit wink-logged
a brimming of fiery salutations
sealing the blue-green tresses of her addresses
backspoken departure of intent gone languid
aging within an inch of the drain
big tarnished tepid tap
a thumped lifeforce held aside
inside the cavernous spicket of a nodding
heart
turned
tightly
ahead.


© 2002 Lainey Johr
CLINKERING
LAINEY JOHR
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