Limpopo Love
by grimbeau
Where are you today?
Ungrouded? Querulous?
Bulbous? Awake?
Perhaps a wit worried
after a think.
Or an atom anxious, a bit bothered,
a chunk confounded, dripping doubt, after an epoch expectant,
a forest fearful, a gallows guarded, a hog horrified, and iota indignant.
A jumping jack:
Krakatoan. A lot lost. Amassing misery,
a noggin narked, often overlooked, permanently pouting.
Querulous I said already.

great poem
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