CLEANING OUT MY CLOSET...

this space's been a little bleak of late.

no more i sayyy!

paul muldoon's a good way to kick start getting rid of all the detritus.

the best thing to happen yesterday.

Winter Wheat

I
The plowboy was something his something as i nibbled
the lobe
of her right ear and something her blouse
for the empire-blotchy globe
of her left breast on which there something a something
louse.

II
Those something lice like something seed-pearls
and her collar something with dandruff
as when Queen Elizabeth entertained the Earls
in her something something ruff.

III
I might have something the something groan
of the something plowboy who would with such
something urge
the something horses, a something and a roan,
had it not been for something splurge
of something like the hare
which even now managed to something itself from the
something plowshare.

quirky.

a little bit of fun: fill out all the somethings with words!

who am i kidding?! =P

only dear patke (hurrah!) will be crazy enough do this kind of thing.

i fear the consequence.

more so i think i fear the unknown.

but its something i must do.

let's hope i dont make a right royal mess out of it.