Shapely Admiration

the goddess of dead flowers
burnt stems and hurt gems
turned them from curt hymns
dried over to hurt sober
with shown trims of flown gyms
cotton and wine silk and tried
clovers of go overs in groves of ill noters
stumbled heals of hour peals
tumbled feel of dying fields
the kept breeze of suction's tease
pushing steeds to dumbfounded glee
turning over the go unders go over
to perforate the turn over by leaving the left over
 
 
Poem by:
M.E.L.