The end of the Age of Fribble
grumbling fremitus of Crack of Doom
grubbed in the ear of the groundskeeper
at Thunder Bay
Stirred from cuddlesome slackeye
Cock Swain
Dreary Deary
Long Pig and
Loosey Goosey
Scrambled to catch the freshet
casting off long johns
mother –naked
moving from Mute Speakerway
to Cucurbit Appendage
no boundaries inside sight
learning to navigate
french heels
cowlicks
tub thumpers
a massive armaessence
a mass of ar maecenas
in the spaetzle/spacebar of the poesy boat
Long Pig will be Death Watch
Dreary Deary will tryst and tryst
Loosey Goosey will be
Grouchy Grimalkin because
in the end, someone has to
“The cows are no longer
they loved them so dear
they’ll laugh at their cowplop
bending closer to hear…”
the souls of Cock Swain’s crystalliferous feats
faces aglow
feelers articulating
the is of what was happening
They are looking for the cowl of dawn
They are looking for the cowl of dawn
They are freebooters plundering the gardens of watery grasses
Greta Green Secret will cradle little Lanterloo
they had to bring her too
she knew
To udder in the light
the key is not the chest
To pan the lateral horse
forge its shoes
Its striking that this poem is able to talk about the dark lyrically but with a sense of both pragmatism and optimism. The figures here band together to head toward the light, though they pass through the corruption of the world.
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