'lo press-sure yr fronting
barrow, measure-maid.
metered of brumal & therm
bonedeep six" under any
worn or standing weathervein
the rooster crows of angles & storm
for roofcock rides the wind.
ahem:
- dylearium
- my name is dylan. these poems have their own names. i used to teach. now i help deal one of the most dangerous drugs on the planet: books. (once a pusher, always a pusher, i guess.) if you'll notice, the comment-sections are rather barren; so if you are at all inclined, don't be shy - feedback is appreciated.
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