All the Words

Merril posted a random word list this morning. You can read it here: Merril’s Random Word List

When I saw the list of words, I started putting them together. Of course, adding in a few of my own. I believe I’ve managed to include all the words in the list. I don’t know what you would call the following (if anything), but it was fun to do. It’s also quite rough, but I suppose that’s obvious.

All.The.Words.

I need some fast material
To copy, detach, and vanish
Into a glorious seed sack
Made out of my beggar skirt.

Don’t imitate my voiceless polish.
Conspire, instead, conclude some tasty paint.
Add general onerous hobbies that scab and construe.

I am capable although I appear to deprive.
It’s in my walk, offset and misty,
A simple, illustrious ornament from my youthful but elderly mother

She doesn’t wear a nappy but she’s cagey.
She preset the celery to a paltry stew.
I stimulate the waggish ink unit in exchange for something tasteful.

I offer a shiver of hope that will hit the tree,
Leave the correct but tasteless and spooky indent.

Useless. So useless.

I emit an aberrant and callous hush,
Spy a stereotyped representative, his knee sturdy, cloudy, and square.
I hinder his needy hose with paste,
Satisfy his hate,
Disobey and encroach on the stone where a mean flash of a friend lies tired but exuberant.

I measure my mother.
She makes a soup of a questionable cut.
I infuse and injure it with a full absurd and icky taboo.

I suck and
Produce a heartbreaking recess of robust reading.

I’m not sure Junior and Raji approve of this “poem.”

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Marie A Bailey

Writer, blogger, knitter, cat lover, and introvert.