Crazy Shirley Writes with Her Teeth, Lips and Tongue

When? says Crazy Shirley,
    is the dreadlock on that bucolic
                      hot-giggle
                    Samson man
         gonna just fall off?

      He’s been dipping it in
beef stew and sugar
all day,
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.

          Hippopotamus?
Yeah
They’re heavy.
Sure.

               And a goldfish is gutteral
     while an owl
             sorta chortles and
                                    whooooooos.

I’m not that keen on bucolic,
                 but
          I got a Ticonderoga tintype
                            that’s got the most fantastic hue!

A “sound” poem for dVerse Poets