Amelia Loves the Way

24 Oct

Amelia loves the way the sundial fetter struck
the herdsman
double space
sundog numbering
backfield decoder.

Amelia sat under the canopy of a
dead star placing rubric ice wagon
cubes into glasses.

The clocksmith drank ipecac
at mealtime, and listened to the
embryo laughter as he began
to retch.

The floutist loves his chemical
flashbulb slave especially when
she undresses like a flickertail in
an inkwell.

Amelia just smiles and
dreams of the lovely
nude catapult and the
hot tin pan Sunday.


2 Responses to “Amelia Loves the Way”

  1. Poets United October 24, 2011 at 9:46 am #

    what cool style…you just got a freeflow of words…impressed

    • mattspotentialpoetry October 25, 2011 at 1:35 am #

      Thanks for the kind words, glad you enjoyed it so much, as it was simply me playing around with the flow of words, hence the picture I chose to go along with the poem! Peace.

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