Ocelot

Ocelot

A Chapter by Laura Lynn
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chatac hamoc--->gash...there he weaves a hammock, there are ocelots, then again, deep cuts

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Cynical animal.  Anime says, “Any may!” What is the implication?
Human it is to be a wild cat and to see the forest for the trees.
Assent from our elders who brought us builders using elder wood.
Tangential fragmentation would not necessarily bake a cake or
Attempt a pie.  Three new characters. 
I saw my old school with
Custard.  The old friend of my mother’s could put it in the oven.

Humbug Scrooge of a grandfather, allowing for only tapioca,
Attenuated by Vietnamese coffee and its little tin roof house.
Minnows flit by like exotic birds there; and we see the tank, not
Ocelots, which need a lot more space for freedom and to roam.
Corrosion makes these coppers green, who wish for roasted radishes.



© 2014 Laura Lynn


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Interesting... And btw is this going to be a poetry book that you add to every now and then?

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Laura Lynn
Laura Lynn

Fairfax, VA



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