Yessir milk is my North Star after all it is the Milky Way right poured into the galaxy’s whirling blender blades of light and dark chocolate frappé we sing “Say Say Say” until gravity is udderly teated open your mouth in awe to catch a squirt of falling star warm and liquid on a spring night let us say say say this is in Nebraska the State of Art because its picture frame shape its texture thick with pallet knife waves of corn green like Van Gogh‘s starry night with a million trillion points of mooing black and white
For Desperate Poets
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Plenty to milk from poems like this! No beef when starry udders are squirting. Lavish, gleaming, thick: an eye- and mouthful, specially out there on Nebraska nights, where such states of rapture are the norm. Are almost hallucinogenic and perhaps must be to achieve such purity and fullness. We’ll see. Who needs Keats for teats like these?
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Ahahaha!! Thanks!!
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Gosh – and there it is, the upcoming prompt previewed in OLN! That helps a lot.
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Please turn over all of your keyboards and pens to the nice officers.
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Wahahaha!!
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I love this. Every line has the textural awesomeness of a pallet knife wave in a Van Gogh
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Thank you!!
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