Work in Progress (the darling river)

as the name implies

Conghalaigh rode darling rivers to the sea
And the buck black queen amidships land shapes
In the wild rein forest glen rain borne
Formed off quiet whiskey and ringing sweet
Dreamy dreams into all my grand chaos
Directly into the son one were never
To look the father told his daughter at
Exactly 13:42 a scantly
Dressed five minutes before occulting was
To profound shake idle ideas of the
Flowering rod and cone shaped shade all the
Retinal rone bits and cod and doo dahs
Of tiny little unhearing chillers
In her semi bank out closed to the city
Bush i scrub wash and sigh my all hat and know cat
Tile four ruebar wheel drive and it is
All pear slapshape formed and dough boy fubar