Eddie Watkins – 2 PoemsEddie Watkins
June horses surprise my
recumbent mime. Zipper unfolds
and early taffy blisters
grassy orange. Water falls.
He lives inside his lips
Summer all he sees
from his bed of plastic wrappers.
Nowadays howdy though to journey all aback.
Cyborg custom, flit flit,
billing over thoroughness sad Tom
is the customary pewter babble. High scree hoe.
Line hours dessert why the open goon goes
goon goes hat seizure, twinkle toes.
Over comedy Siam.
Why quasar gentles clans.
Gentles clans like relish. Minnesota Fats.
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