Truly, You Wigglethorn (an abstract poem)

[Brownlie]

Truly, You Wigglethorn

amorphous the lizard tail

drags the cinnamon mound
bites greening eyes 
gurgling black jasmine feet
the rrrrunchy skapcorch of leaves
at my cinders
and pop
this one thing
only 
rest on holy spills, cayenne tears
reign
the bloopering abundant rebound
and cast velvet tongues
here head homey heather
ends.
 
(for the pure joy of the sound)

Nonsense is fun.