quimdiddly

crooned the flitter song
~to 'doris: quite the peacock-- plumed

by sun-stroke-fingerbunny, gasping
frozen air

when Old Wallace spoke to me,
he said

~chantsea subtum vigor

as i terraced lovely dawn,
-stretched a yawn, back-flipped inside

corn silk radish - straddled! bent her
caught in stockings, longed to render
verses meant to catch and send her

d
o
 w
  n

to read the paper loud

then amanita: your
 sweet bud, yes!
 - then, was it me?

walking like a wolf, like a fish, like a blowfly...