About Nothing V78

                                                               V78


bloodwarm easter bamboo forest i
care for the too future much as
in wild brambles torn into an idyll
for recreational contempt, you’ren’t
so easy to convert in parables the
messy ahh-hahz, ohh-nose, doos, & d’ohs!

but even i’ve felt her, pushing,
the enveloper
exstraining; if ever when
she’s burst suspenseful
and storms out below your wist
and blush scream exhaustive
of all meritbiologic

can i marry your dark wanting
purple jazz beyondness
again as i saw
it that one sticking summer
went?