From Baudelaire Through Ashbery, A Poem (Final Revisions)A Poem by Ken e BujoldI wish I wish I wish a bed of poems I might I might like the emboiled Charles Thread from the milky fever of an unrhymed reason. I wish I had an attic cowcatcher, could scrape The steeples clean of the wonderous songs of lunacy. I wish my words might like Odd John’s Mulligans be scored a birdie or Tacked to a widow’s window shades before She draws her garter and lamps out The last whiff of a soiled dawn. I wish I could conjure a blue Lily Adorn a house with green shutters. I wish I had Galt’s gift of blather, The bladder of thirty years ago When the wish of a second scotch was still not a wish. Ken e Bujold © 2023 Ken e BujoldReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 19, 2023 Last Updated on December 19, 2023 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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