Slowly Yogi Berra …

Slowly Yogi Berra switches upon the fragile sea. A light wind surfaced past, like a jackal breaking wind. Running its way along, like an elephant in the grass. The boring eyes of the albatross rolled back at the sight of the catcher The day wearies, the hunting of sea slugs is fruitless, come to my embrace “Remain!” whinnies Mary Magdelene, the keeper of european swallows Diving in a lake of drear, the catcher found a golden grizzly frog From a height high above, the preacher grasped the tongue depresser. Weap bitter tears, blank face, like Einstein.. . Nothing are you, or will you ever be.

by vsng on November 26th, 2010 in Sonnet & Poetry - Tags: ,
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