06-07-2014, 02:42 AM
I hear the mysterious langloon
fowering in the Doon
fapping about it's slippery feet
o'er sparkling moss, rocks,
the thickened wool of peat
The day stretches back as if she'll never retire
Gribble and gorse entice Mustang horses
caring neither for
shed nor hay.
While iridescent beetles draw sinewy lines,
they polish their way through dust and grime.
Why would the clementines seem so dour?
The sandpiper pale as a willow bud?
The dense black earth is brownly reposing under
spears of yellowing light.
The river has colored rings embedded, then bursts
into mirrors like flowers.
June 2014
fowering in the Doon
fapping about it's slippery feet
o'er sparkling moss, rocks,
the thickened wool of peat
The day stretches back as if she'll never retire
Gribble and gorse entice Mustang horses
caring neither for
shed nor hay.
While iridescent beetles draw sinewy lines,
they polish their way through dust and grime.
Why would the clementines seem so dour?
The sandpiper pale as a willow bud?
The dense black earth is brownly reposing under
spears of yellowing light.
The river has colored rings embedded, then bursts
into mirrors like flowers.
June 2014