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”–
Selznik cosmonaut.

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 Take a poem in a foreign language and re-write in English the way you think the words should sound. And voilà.)


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