Friday, April 30, 2010

Today's Verse: 30 April 2010

Waves of burlesque contort the air
Carry away
The atmosphere
That whirrs, clicks, spits, groans
Around my head
Taunt my ear holes at attention
Mock menace my defenseless temples
O! mysteries of summer lawn
Before I knew I was a faun

1 comment:

J Blood said...

air/atmosphere is a delightfully Shakespearean rhyme.