la, days i swam

had this, some irrational, for-all-seasons-fashionable
trash to recycle and rehash and thrash
and smash

bashful, this, until
at last I fill

the one we
called homey
rough 'n tough at-home feeling of skeletonbonekey ennui
aloft 'n soft feeling of felt phony

and hold me

why don't we
take a time so slowly
wholly holed but holy
and rock our backs and forths, staying stony
forgetting our friends and vetting our cronies
(regretting our fiends and get-back-at baloney)
and kill the chill that stills our will
and grow - ly

dakota farms

Hyphens & High-Fives
Hide Fens & Hie Dives
Dry Glens & Nigh-Drives
Fly Wrens & Shy Knives
Tie-Mend & Wry Why've
Wide Men & Bride Wives
Why'd Send & Guide Hives
Plied Bends & Tide Strives
Sighed Then & Lied I've
Cried When & Died Live

Replanted.

lucely based

We split all our hires
Filled our lungs with ire
'Cause life isn't fire, it seemed dire

Our voices went moot
As we donned our new soot
Trying not to be root, to boot

Taking our best shut
Giving what we gut
Let us wither and rut, and cut

'Cause we're outta look
So we're passing the book
And the rest we'll just shook, like a crook

rife of lyly

Our love of triangles is opening new doors for doorstops, unironically.