new urchin

my own puppy orations. puppy font. and all the neighborhood abark. I notice, in a month or more, haven't yet written words to read. As if the 25th year hasn't mattered. Now, like an older kind of woman, just every year is another every year. As if nothing celebratory. As if nothing to matter kinder!

Oh, but her little hair and locked crimped underchin. A likeable little urchin.

melodrama, else letting old dogs roam arbitrarily, memories abundant

am

astronomical mournings

assumptive measures

asinine melodies

arbitrary maybes

arbor manor

amazement mud

tomorrow:

turbulent omniscient meditative orations raised righteous or woebegone.

omniscient:

overly monotonous, nevertheless it seems coalescent in every narrow triumph

monotonous:

Melancholy overtones, neurotic omissions; tufted omnivores nesting on underturned stems.

overtones:

omnipresent, verified, each remaining twilight obituaried; nevermind endless sobs.

verified:

Virginal eternity rides in flesh igloos, ebbing dignified.

eternity:

emitting terra entwined roads, notes in tiny yarns

terra:

torrential elevations reap rolling alps.

elevations:

echos landing eastward, vague armor tells it over northern seas

landing

lamentations, aridity not dwelled inside; nettlesome grievances.