Same day of the week as music, reading the cloud of sky. The climbing in attention strikes the green right. The highest tree unfolds, for spring is a document.. Well to read the document. Any word becomes precise, if this is only this. We learn the hard way structured, the response. The town awaits the children.
I matter, made reef
imagination, but thought
So, close, read thing until thing
really thing, allowed thing,
In matter of moment, each
Moment mater, now report all
Respect and report. Town floats over
Sea of Con sti tu
Tion. You read dat, town
Martian Foam Poetry
brashly estimates words as conjunctions with alleys, breathing space,
and particle theory. A particle is essentially a whole. In Martian
Foam Poetry, the beginning of a screed predicts versions of weather
and inclement thought. Martian Foam Poetry reduces twinkle and
inkling in the larger issue of tunesmith, vagary, and constant
pressure from the wheat beers of our time. Martian Foam Poetry all
aghast, strips clean the acting particles and resorts to non-equity
players. This is your poetry, The Martian Foam Poets chuckle. This is
not a carrot.
It's all right today, the town is open. Trees remain elf-like with thoughts of tire tracks. The sun holds its own. The flight of the Magna Carta brings elegant news, bass drum. Find a perfect stone for your rain now. Elf-like bucket improves the idea of trees. Trees simplify the fancy clouds above.