Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Reddish Brown

Twining the skeet hats
the pinkering hills abrupt
flush with the entrageousness
of mild footprints.

The smarge couple
pretending they are not
middling the yolk of love
almost every week.

Pastorage and greenloom
the backdrop of manic slowness
dwelving on the ordinary
and yet unceasing.

The interloping music pads its rhythm in the east-winged dusk: BOOT boot boot BOOT boot boot boot BOOT BOOT boot boot boot boot Boot boot boot boot boot boot BOOT boot boot


  • At 9:59 PM, Anonymous Declan MacManus, the real Napolean Dynamite (fun fact!) said…

    these boots are made for interlope padding/ and that's just what they'll do/ one of these days these boots are gonna interlopingly pad all over you.



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