Sunday, November 8, 2015

POEMS from TUPELO

NORTHERN ORTHOS
In the EAST, the BEAST still FEASTS, but the YEAST has CEASED for me, at LEAST
The MOUTH of the SOUTH
The BEST TEST is the QUEST to receive REST in the WEST, LEST you build a NEST

In my MIND I have PINED to BIND my RIND to your BEHIND

Squirt..Squirt..Squirt..
Squirt Squirt,
Squirt Squirt..
SQUIRT

UNGH

HUGS for JUGS, MUGS full a' DRUGS, and NUGS for BUGS

in TUPELO, we let our hospitality SHOW

whoa, Whoa, WHOA!!! BROKEN TOES & FOES still exchanging BLOWS
HOES still workin' in tha FROZEN SNOW
NO one KNOWS this, but NOSES attached ta HOSES may be BOGUS HOCUS POCUS
FOCUS on nuthin but tha LOCUSTS, who SPOKE ta US, in tha HOPE that we might let JOE BLOW, after he's TOKED an OAK

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well about to read some emily dickinson

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