Mid Time Tricklin’

Crab eyes, the parting ocean,
Hidden flames.
Very psychic meander, sensuous licks,
A kind of flute.
The be-speckled treasure box, locks the serpent,
Of pickled mind.
Golden honey thimbles, mock green bellies turn blue,
Burnt out box.
Astrid in eye, nettles for tobacco,
Mass ointment.
Revered mystery, spits and toots,
Spinning top unswerving.
Sergeant peppers lonely heart child, laughing,
Hysterical.
Kool Aid testing, gums raw with age,
Cherry blossom meddling.
Rust cogs grinding highbrows, cheap hotel louse,
Blood filled cloister.
Frozen in grass blades, speckles and salt
And mid time tricklinโ€™.

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    Uncle Tree said,

    Ride on! ๐Ÿ™‚


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