Crazy Shirley Writes with Her Teeth, Lips and Tongue
When? says Crazy Shirley,
is the dreadlock on that bucolic
gonna just fall off?
He’s been dipping it in
beef stew and sugar
fahrenheit been hitting the top of the bulb!
He’s in a ubiquitous position,
’cause Bob Marley’s not in the general vocabulary
of this fraternity.
He’s kinda mucous-tasting and fecund.
His face? Chalk-white and he uses
a kitten in the morning for a wash cloth.
And a goldfish is gutteral
while an owl
sorta chortles and
I’m not that keen on bucolic,
I got a Ticonderoga tintype
that’s got the most fantastic hue!
A “sound” poem for dVerse Poets