delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

On The Smaller Planet

Poem By delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

scorched.....
anchored by thirteen suns
and
forty two moons....
having
lost
a turnkey
somewhere
on the road
back
from the overhaulers,
syzygy
traded
the old Buick for a sandstorm.....
hasn't been seen since...
but when it's really quiet, I'm almost sure
I can hear flip-flops,
you know how they slap-slap-slap......
..and maybe
someone whistling
'Blue in Green'.........I love that tune.....

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