Friday, November 24, 2023

Rod Smith

 

Pygal Shield

afterfeathering obverse
insectivorous pusher–

We’re crepidona–

wholemeal halfwits in the bunker silo’s
frontal sinus palate polojama
or else
jumpsuit, yet
the sighting mirror
centerspan
clogs the thongs pumps welding
the refueling probe’s washing
counterweight to the cliff’s
pushbutton balaclava

fall up, orange in the grapeleaf, upper in the
lateral lobe

*

Flare Petals
plack the part
soap song & divide the parish, caulked
the regulars at the bar

take

user-assistance escapades inching in the furiously significant maze
a
separate opposite not-meet missing & impy     rethreshed
meanies & their operas, nice
to the soisante-somethings and bulb included like a boresome disaggregate

if if if
star-cluster stereotype

if if if & a plantinaradiant poke


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