Muddyfingers

MuddyFingers I shall write in catchy thoughts encased in phrases lead you through a maze of pussywillowedhazes, in search of ducks that bark and dogs that croak. Snippets of mind strings all cut too short braided into knotted terse retort leaping the synaptic sentence gap two footed landing in apresprungtrap. Stream of consciousness or babbling brook searching for the stones already took seeping through the dams of mud’s dismay children in the midst ofmudpieplay. Sloppily creating works of art eager hands at work in willowed haze ducks that bark in sunshine left to glaze thoughts allowed to wander through the maze. Cats with wings on tree limbs with the crows childrensmuddyfingers up their nose. John G. Lawless 1/13/2016