#342 - fill the heart with

 

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fill the heart with

 

pigeon bliss

and days of wonky

trip till

weather as well

 

a teeming –

humus and thrill

mad scramble

 

abstract as soul

less still

 

then take heart

for spin

 

every bed chummed up

and that’s just the garden

 

has a shell

come tumble out

egg it

 

notes grace

sealed lips

and have one

 

so spittle

come dark to whit

 

less confetti

rivers of

run me round

 

the measured heart

and moon

 

tell the riff

as follows

come track

sniff

 

fill with heart’s a headsup too

 

once pulse till

take the hairy bends

and lean

go wordily

 

who’s to tell the wilds

to thrill

 

to wend

how the heart is whole

in its own

 

tricks up ears

in land of the long rhyme

 

counting and gone

wince

tail about

 

tendrilling

or is it whom?

lie under

LOL

 

tongue trill

ebb through

 

long lounging

and giraffe it

 

as laughter’s hidden in the grim

 

go utter at

brim heart sea

 

take a trip

 

out flower

throw the hue

cry?

 

how the heart is

in its own song

 

knock on the woods

and the word

in under skin

 

spills onto

ever this next page

come with a breath and

 

down naughty heart

whose turn?