Saturday, January 29, 2011

Random Freewrite 2, Week of 1/24/11


Game

some frenzied meat
caterwauls
its sweetness to its own
on crusted wind
and battered brawn
while judiciously
in placid nips
a stork is gorging
on simmered wits
and frozen stone


1 comment:

  1. First off, I want to tell that you that you are officially on my list of "Most Awesome People of all Time" For using the word "Caterwaul" and secondly, I want to tell you that I love this poem.

    I like the way it sounds when I say it in my head. It flows and fits well in a way I haven't the words in my own head to explain.

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