There is a Swell Now

Vandal Poem of the Day: October 19, 2019

 by Ish Klein
 
There’s a swell.
Brim, drip straw see and sip.
Ring right of feather glade.
Grow low and left or now pre quell a mane.
 
So move somehow,
yes, yes now.
Little ridicule
like the ruler or the doer now.
 
Sediment tender.
Hide, assault. Not mind to sting.
What left and theft and ring and right
pelt tin thing.
 
Then tell drum drone
plus up dumb bell.
Thee well heist. Come on, come out
little bubble born to break
 
or in a bigger some
there: course for eight: two attached.
Come on, come over. So it wants,
so it should take.
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Copyright © 2011 Ish Klein

Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

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