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Mantras

Contributed by screwge on Saturday, 22nd August 2009 @ 02:26:15 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract

The day wanes to crank a humble tune,
And some bard serenades
With an accordion
No simply swindled woman.

He can play to sapid depth like if
He's seen the birds urgently swoop
And score the soft of night's centered
Truffle.

The street lights admire Antares,
Yawn, and festinate
Down the hallowed coal feet
Of virginal aisle.

This is the pavement's gravamen
Until a nasty force
Could supplement
With its sung snow.

The hawks impart their gift of passive ear
As nestled in a crescent
Affection,
While trendy feathers diffract.

How spry! Their contest tugs
Two jousting mantras.
Yet it was not an impasse
Before the gaming--choosing one sedulous

Masterpiece. The trees like a
Gladiator, and dirt
Makes sand
Look doting.

I didn't know sticks were this capacious, dirigible--
They mediate
Falling outs from
Man to callow clay.

The doorbell touts its song unlike
The birdhouse,
And halcyon leaves could curl, find the singing
In their DNA

That was audited for
Its scenic compliance.
Bundled needles
After heaven ebbs fan.

And who would stand post
To witness
The fickle codex
Of an orange?

Trees upwell on the outskirts
For this Occam's razor--standing O
To grind their roots
And wish a hymn of child's play.

And the bard compliments his woman
While the day can preach and
Sputter,
Drawing sensuous awe.

Embezzling grounded wares, how
The empyrean
Could pull off such a girding theft
Of logic--minted logic!

Copyright © screwge ... [ 2009-08-22 14:26:15]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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