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Murky Mess
once …
there - with trunks of monkey’s meth
there grew a breadth of bunky breaths
deplored by dreaded, drunky deaths
to calm their chemic coggers
the fame of phlegmic foggers
so deep and dark those dribble bibs
didst dig their dearest double-dibs
and drowned, the fartish fizzles fibbed
and, preened with puzzled puzzlers
quite choked their chucking guzzlers
tho bending tendrils tripped those drips
while fending dental dents and flips
sweet sheets and fleeting fears and fripps
were cooked like crooked misers
gnashed, woke, their broke incisors
their tangles dangled fangs and faults
hanged visions, pinched with vile vaults
so schlepped and crept thru hazards halts
cropped tips of crypts and gypsum
that bounced from strips and hips, some
fawning dawn and donning chesty breasts
that queen was seen ‘tween crusty crests
thrice christened, dressed as guests detest
and bound for rounds of rending
midst sounds of boundless bending
so please don’t squeeze the knees to block
what plunged that dungeon’s puerile pock
long stalked for pleasure’s treasured flock
and measured, stained through streaming
the blessed blue bolts a-beaming …
dusk’s darkness, drowned and dreaming
those tender treats deemed “scheming”
found fast asleep
their terror’s heap
with wailing’s weep
that keep, breached deep and screaming
screaming ...
screaming.
Copyright ©
Gregory Richard Barden
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