PICTURESQUE
beyond significance
a sense
of drams
in changeable
atmospheres
congenital vision
soft
vague
intensely uneasy
quickend
aggrandized
pleasure
in a
spontaneous
outflow
portents
of emotion
enlarged
foliated
glimpsed
in
conscious
reality
Heartstrings levered,
Your skin foliated,
We tug our veins in a last passage,
Kipper the medical syndrome,
Cancer made you the sacrificed...
I clasp my little baby boy,
His eyes are the silencer,
Let life be the sequencer,
You will remain in my storge,
Heaved in my heart.
Cancroid will flush my benign,
My water of life,
Dad will always love you.
Dog Days Of Summer
By: Tom Wright
9/8/98
Intense heat,
causing sparsely foliated trees
to prematurely brown.
Hot southerly breeze
burning at my nostrils
and Mother saying,
son, don't pick.
A five cent Nehi Orange
from Shue's Stand
split three ways
would be good,
and no, my hand
won't go in those Fruit jars.
make Norma wash,
she has smaller hands.
I'll rinse, It’s harder,
Tiny black harvest bugs
floating in the air
from a nearby Oat field.
I'm itching all over.
A molting dog chasing Its tail.
Wormy?
No, he just sees Mr. Williams,
the ice man.
Mama,
Joe hit me.
Kids behave yourselves!
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