trade winds down
those buttons of plunge and roll of sea pulled from the creases of this waving fabric dot our strand and stitch that apron hand i pick up one which promises to please telling stories in its curling tablet like drunken goblet songs of golden marriage wailing of wine in dragon crush these blooms of mollusk query taking their sweet time to thrust their flesh their mucus slime into this beer and stinking of it all with laughing crust that dares to trust their ever teasing tear take joy in jewels of oceans given thusly to mere mortals drifting by on sands of mooned and glowing tidy rockings where this riding ploy and make is riven rasped upon the sharpened grain of time her dripping tick of take just now is shocking as she whispers sweet with neither beat nor rhyme challenge (poem about seashells) revision with a new title Written April 4th, 2002 © on Jul 17 2002 01:56 PM PST, Frederic Jacob Gutknecht IV other
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"those buttons of plunge and roll of sea..."