Bituminary Park

Festooned by a quark in Bituminary Park
buffoons laying low like a luminary lark;
I feasted once again ‘cross the mighty dim Ardennes
never wishing for a secret truce and then,
‘neath the willow wonder thunder-beaks
a hundred other blunder-tweaks
and I’ll ride home again I don’t know when;
lest lavender across count for all their lethal cost
or fiends find friends to face eternal loss,
I can’t predict an outcome yet I hunger for the day
I’ll see the carousel and yell again some other way…

– K Poleet


“Everything is good as it leaves the hands of the Author of things; everything degenerates in the hands of man” – Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Emile


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