All poetry is
doosh-wafting at
various frequencies.
Some can
waft so well they
catch a blister
of air and
shimmy up
to the nimbus,
like some
vaguely disoriented
turkey.
But most just flutter their
little doosh pockets and
keen some
terrestrial dirge.
I bet Nietsche
took a dump
with dignity.
What a manifesto. What a waft to whiff. Your words are wafers to a waif.
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