Poem #8

FROM THE ANNALS OF STARBUCKS: ON FRIDAYS

Chain Poem #2
November 27th, Richmond, IN
by Micah Williamson, and Andrew Davis

 
Oh great gray sheet of winter, laughs of idiots do splendor;
What do their giggles splendor in,
for when dawn of spring begins
all the gay birds sing,
“cu cu nu,” sing “cu cu nu”?
 
Harsh words can never sour milk:
the cow sings, “mew, mew, mew.”
The cow sings, “mew, mew, mew,”
are words overheard from my
hefty mistress.
 
It’s hard to run in times of distress.
It’s hard to run in times of distress,
when I bathe by the moon, undressed.
Comment’s collar round the earth does rest,
and her eyes have no boatman’s fare.

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