Kappa
. Mr. Kopp flies his Kappa kites on nights with
kaleidoscope skies. Lying
on a knoll Mr. Ks’
dreamy eyes
are mesm erized
as his keel pulls from
where his body lies.
kites scrapping the night
become kappa knights
ridding kangaroos against
storm filled cloudy skies.
Clouds were shaped like
steamy kettles filled with
kappa brand ketchup covering
kamikaze curly styled French-fries
Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2010
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