poultry
o
my
girlfriend Pond Lily
&
I live a nuts and roots poverty
camped
inside eighth century ruin poetry
buildings
inevitably crumbling outside as badgers pompeii
moles
- voles potpourri
weasels
hedgehogs - pot belly
possums
raccoon and papery
beavers
hamsters chipmunk are peppery
ramblers
of inconsequential anarchies and property
hawks,
eagles, owls, ospreys, and falcons positively
swoop
from above pound down foolishly
in
Babylon’s dark winter snow days powdery
we
begin to plant and tend poultry
a
salient eden irruptive surrounds us in puffery
foxes’,
coyotes’, and big bad wolves’ poachery
spring
summer fall roll into parcheesi
signals
of un-engineered polarity
Europewide
traditions of windmill plagiary
float on dense laments of reasoned plasticity
swashbuckler priestesses of polyphony
greed a vernacular astonishment of circuitry
she’s a woman of incredible parquetry
a wash bucket on a sacred podium of pitter pattery
the mysterious document sent post-free
she owns orchards of date trees and a pousse café
she yens for mysterious ritual pitch-pipery
stern in adjoining lands that pot pie
face to face with the goddess of polypody
ideas and dreams in every possibility
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