I think the cow got milk fever.
What is it about Frost anyway?
She was udderly crazed.. with the fever
but I thought the cow jumped over the moon?
Or perhaps mad cow disease is nothing new
or feverish poetic minds are renowned.
In the midst of bustling city
there is a house quite ancient, quaint
It really isn’t very pretty
could use a fresh new coat of paint
the sunroom draws me
subtly pulling, wrenching lightly; slow
I can see if full of plant life
in the evenings afterglow
visions sharper than a knife
water lilies...
I tried to write a poem for Yug
yes I did
yes I did
but I could not and with a shrug
I tossed out
I blew it off
Oh yes I did
oh YES I did
and underneath the rug I hid
but it was dark
really dark
I tell you this...
Intrusivosity with a
medium doubt
I edited it a bit so it reads a little better.
Who is skulking in your hulking shadow?
Her wounds might taste like salty cashew nuts
Sits pretty watching as you suck and blow
Small fleas are swimming in the dregs and ruts
She tosses back her head and nearly howls
Impertinent and freshly...
Should I approach you in some subtle way, my love?
To shower on your person, all I have in me to give
Would then you tritely interact and lightly shove
Or would you reach embracing that our love may live
My eyes devour and synthesize you by degrees
My lips with hunger open, blithely move apart...