gasp-mask ( a poem for a muddled monday )

with twinkled toes as carrots glow

of breadcrumb trails & speckled hens

we bullwhip fro

& echo so

as hamsters hymn from fen to glen

with missing holes as muesli bowls

on gangrene greens & magpies sigh

we vault the foal

& scroll the stroll

as lizards squint in liquid skies

with scarpered flows as hedgerows woe

for biscuits broke & rebel wrens

we nose our blow

& crow our show

as swordfish fight the plastic pen

with jigsawed souls as bakers roll

in puddled pools & pylons pry

we salt the vole

& kiss the mole

as bubble burp - it's late july


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