1 Poem by
Murray Moulding
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Courier
Nick the Mesial flew hazard
on the trip wire Happy Landings
was no place for an epidural
"You look like someone I seated
snugly between flights of congress"
No tickee no laudanum
Have I told you that I jibber?
Is my Ilia where you flutter?
Dropping powder never mends
the up-hill like a pint of jolly
Like a quaker Like a tangent
erring on the side of Gilead
How 'bout we crank the pumper?
Sweat some goose tarts some all day
breathers vertigo sauce over the
Sunday affirmation meringue
You heat the hyacinth
I'll deplane the exits
Glad you're over the heaps
Vernal said the fish felt organdy
Medulla breakouts under the bridge
Nitrogenville at low carbon
Fume dandies on every corner
But the ficus are running
Prescription helium for sockets?
That's the Sewer Salad for you
Trash burning under the collar
Steam fitting the daybreaks
No good elbowing an acid corps
Heavy hand-holding for the ratchets
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