Playing with Words and Imagery, Poem

Top trapping taproot
Zoot suit sneaker
Swamp monster preaching
To the bottom of a beaker

Branches bust a move
On a busted avalanche
The chorus and the groove
Do they do their chilly little dance

To the mocking of the moon
The wolves’ howling laughter raises
Through the swampy sermon
And the Great Muck that it praises

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About corkedbottle

Hello hello. I'm a guy that likes to write and is really good at not writing. I've never thought of myself as a good writer, but it's fun, and I'll never get better if I don't write more!
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