Itch n’ Dine

So swindle all men loud and wild
Hitching their auger to
empty docks
Cussing on dying mounds
Weird underground
gag sounds

When Mike Lennon ended
His brush committed
Melting lust
docked to a spritely
soul hitched
where winners are better off licked.

This is a poem I wrote in Karen Terrey’s Tangled Roots Writing Monday night course. Check out her website at: http://www.karenaterrey.blogspot.com/

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