Littering bright-faced woods

Under whose grim stomach
does smoke uplift or plummet?
While I and my bears catalysed
first snow fell, and rabbits
caught meaty ashes hearing
perhaps a groan, or the orphan its.
They named no river, nor
named any sprawl of stone cast!
They did not register! Roots
will even call their sprang heads
whatever they are and proudly!
I inherited some screws instead
that screw how do flopping necks.
Inbred kitten, my wife’s child
that spread the floor seizing,
do you know you were the king of cats
or yours was the mouth I cracked?


~ by Jeremy on March 17, 2011.

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