Friday, June 11, 2010


Jill's couvade was like any other. Unlike other any she was alliterate to literature. ligagature to her 'awesome' self. Wrangled by the part abstraction of the noun. And pressing on her presage parsnip she was cutaneous to her poison wish. Wishing on the thought its banishment fell. Out that road she's no distress for any but her self. And the empty of its full. Say coke bottles, empties from old frigidaires, and soft drinks from another time. Another time conducted over love's hugger muggery ad the lady's blessed breasts.

Mona's seen all but knows less each happen standing square for the next. Her name many wished to its beak forecast cap   ~