Daughter Straddle
The
Saddle oracle
“shedding hot tears”
drunken bend crossing T’s in hope
of Pro’s
Prose
Poetry
danced
separate
spins
pastured herbs
heal the
frenzied
blow of a if done by
a
bitten tongue
“to find peace in the sea”
A girl now ripe
digital short-story of
a fruitious woman
deep in an inner
soiled down in an inherent
with humming
thunder
along came hustling, popping.
BLAST
it seemed her
her act it was
impressed-stimulated
stirred, tenderly new fangled in
her the noiselessness
admonition
there
bent over
walking with long white alien legs
slow on the toes
walking on blue earth
earlier the
sisters
gone
of
grammer
mistaken
stayed without them
as out of line ones
are
bedridden
bored maybe in
ivy-cross-woven laced chariot-nests
(rocking back n forth)
shapED like
long W’s.
