poem || Jeff Harrison

Thru & amidst the ffffffffffffffffffffff arrives the crowfield shepherd

morsels of clothes streaked with luscious oughts
an America of garments below the puppet heap
king harlequin (buildings & leaping legs) has no popcorn
so he wages war with the crows in the cornfield

sign up the shepherd (ffffffffffffffffffffff is a glass tunnel
or is a cat saying the words "glass tunnel") if you want,
sire, but your benefactor jack-rabbit has doubt shepherd's
full of the Roman read:-- yet some creatures wish that
shepherd, stainless, w/ a frown of crocodilly shape, honor