Ever evict dunes ultimately in stirrups? It’s a ziggy pornography.
A tailspin latte, Meg’s muzzle, silky sand, varying yoyos star, falling a jolt “s”–
Nose ram, Mega smeared, “Ohmigod!”
Two vices fold a glen as Elle snaps sugar a right toss a’ bun, Yes.
(If this poem seems a little strange, here’s a good reason: It was inspired by a poem in Hungarian. Out of desperation, I heeded a poetry prompt on Napowrimo.net: Take a poem in a foreign language and re-write in English the way you think the words should sound. And voilà.)