Michael Witkowski - I Walk....

I walk among the
Fern bush and horn leaves
Scratch my gutter
Pense when tense
Horlicocks pale my sewer
Horay to Aldemarglie -which
Hook unrest thee duke
Of Hannay? If thou cherish
Reprieve among hush lush
Hearts then
Joke a choke with sandals
Pick out the droll tureens
With pickled halves births
Thy smog locks my cold
Smith in tapestry- Wade
Wily in noble wear
Gear thrust half pony
Sang jolly turlips bony
Woves crack crags
At Craig Maghee l- Wags
Bonnet for Scots Prince Lay
Choorechoo Weedleddoo
Prince Choo sat on a
Stone.
Crossed bone with bone
Spilt milk on ice - Yew
Five glimmers in my
Heartycove
Blunders myriad forsaken
Tug morons up and
High shelf skelter marky
Leas - surprise stults
When famished picture
Familiar sweep up
My Almond Blue Braes
And lochs deep cragged
Into nervestream, where
My blink mares
Shudder foals on bracky
Spin - why only sum
pines!

Michael Witkowski

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