W-o-r-d-m-a-nA Poem by PeriacI'm a morning wordman conjuring the inadequate mumble to my heated dashboard cauldron words so nimble and words so quick words that pierce like a cactus prick
my words could be the drummer in your band
my words of an artists brushstroke painter of pretty pastel proud parades
(you see) humble pies feed the sheep's eyes and I prefer to starve upon a well-lit battle field by words strung along hanging prayers my cloaked satirical spat savory squelching
never cared to be a man's man
dressed hairy and burly baritone crumble musky hazed motor oiled filthy fated foghorn promiscuous paul poignant and tall
(instead) pansies for periac plush hibiscus petals preferred jasmine joys and silky woven ploys and the cascaded waterfall words instead of dirty herds
I'm a morning wordman
not to be confused with a herded man
(sheep) © 2011 PeriacFeatured Review
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