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Oscar_Locke

Australia

In this country the animals
have the faces of
animals.

Their eyes
flash once in car headlights
and are gone.

Their deaths are not elegant.

They have the faces of
no-one.

~ The animals in that country, Margaret Atwood

Message to Readers

this is a nonsense poem.

carroll poem 1

July 9, 2019

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the mountains verge
in vertix, berth
the dip of inches
grasses heem
hewed to skies, seamed feelings
and mylomen (cloudless)
mixed, melts to frass
so needy, wilden bloom
bouquet blue, yellowed-chear
harpen and tearing, stem
and drink
from valleys, dreaming
of winds wynrun, deathly
we are watchers; vargolt gods
nearing
mountain top, heavened
the vault of
peaks, marleux, heels;
all the thingsĀ 
i now am seeing (steely gray, birds cealing)
like pictures,
few and felt
are dear, are searing

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2 Comments
  • asteria

    i enjoy your nonsense poems. finding beauty in chaos is wonderful


    2 months ago
  • Araw

    Beautiful work, dude! I always love your poems


    2 months ago