Cotton Bhudda

by grimbeau

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some buddy at work

got the cold shoulder

took effervescent horse pills

raked up swept the path


folded iris counterpanes

frilly edged nightmares

grollicked ephemeral mares

endured post prandial trauma

soothing naked fractal oaks

living whim day to the next

in heavens above


two titanic pugilists

four fists in a mist

celestial chorus

sprawling trawling sprats

hogan who what where when how

tired voice of resignation


berryless rowan

 then Lud sheds its light

three rowan berries