Sunday, November 18, 2012

Karl Rove Shakes his Moneymaker

In the peat bogs where dying ones,

On splendid telling machine blurting case registries,

Under butcher block creation comfort,

With pondering sounds assize the sea,

Over blended campground growling porch front dishing,

Into moon bent colliding light,


And while the Karl Rove aspires, hit the

cheap shots with a lacquered

liaison matching

perplexity with the underground soon.