86 His Veteran Hardtack
I was headstoned--unnoticed bit o'mortuary.
Some summer's bored Morton, gloomed in the den--
unfired. Unlocked the safety--vault--it was scary!
Unperfect sage launched by bent bluesmen
into a dishrag black abyss. Barely,
I say, W. Uneven S. Sideways,
sidewinded lolling April cot untimely
wild unkelsoned, intecinerated... haze
princess! Dark winding of your spring-
fed compost revolved a stuffed fella
my way--a secret truant, or sting-
adhesive band-aid chorister whose A
preceded the sea--with insufficiency! My
heart to sway--say--quick--link onto the lee!
Henry Gould | Island Road 87
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