Wednesday, November 01, 2017

flounce





the bald One crowned in olive fingers feathered,
the One who leads after war's mullet airy complex shorn
hydra-sizes or metastasizes from my ok family
ruler of wheat oil rail scepter& rain,
the dutch mennonite athlete who tackled thor
-pe the unstoppable fox-sac swede,
the One whose heavy coin i
rang on the floor of
preternity, the lithe dancing maidens
adrenalized as after a release of ions across a void
of regular stinky bills covered in germs,
the One who could protected Priam
as he recovered Hector's wracked body
from southeast troy
whose ounce did bounce but is never meant to
flounce

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