Two Counts

TWO COUNTS Written by Wina Emmanuel Lavensin Manson lavender and frail subtle talks; Opium days Yes: odds of drowning birds and sea monsters. These eloquent sighs of breathless mummies: mystical Egypt Four counts of blank assertions: two seeds of mustard and seats of masters. Plumage plain, moods ham, lambert veils These nameless sirs of iron and water wet poetic hippies. Yes: yet doubtful, quiet scents of florescent bulbs with dark light. Four counts of White assertions: two seeds of bustard brats race less rats. These are none to be classed as words: this, only a tie of glamor: blissful drama. Though unrhymed they tent the cloth with meaning: they breathe, it is life. Serve these ladies with metaphors of blessing: These lilies as pale blue slippers no sandals. Four counts of Dread assertions: two mystics in red clocks; tickly rooms. Bold Man asserts: These tests are empty sticks This he states: These lads won’t stand these tricks.