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Poetry: 2 by Boona Daroom

25 July 2013

★ Timmy Reed

Playing With Rockets

 

Mother frisbees palm frond.

Laced flabellum cut too thick.

 

Factory boss geeks wave like

a 90-minute pastor perplexed

 

eye pockets preying hosanna.

How lorded swarm we puzzle.

 

Guerrillas blot discount ills

iteration. Jaws hang moons.

 

Windbag

 

I can

knots hold the ear to the head

I did

Naughts expect conchs to bungle

cash

HEY it’s $$$

lordy

tires tier wedding cake

dressed up for supper

guests in dust

the valley

takes home the local

snow on the hills bow

guitar tied feet

wander loam

just hovering



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