Prose poetry prompt response
Deer K os, ruminant potassium bone, brakes in two shards, sir amic a bull maw sheen, a copper chopper levitating tator tots fact totem. Juice the fax, mammy beach tree with deep routes.
You man may king meinings ow tough non-scents, florall the whirl to sea. Charybdis’ skill a black wet whole or-caw, seals’ fete of herring skewl of fish- tout-la in-feck-shun.
Serene-de-pity just or unjust hap an’ stance, meaning ox a dental, to dell the tooth.
Ax-ony neuron doesn’t dendrite, falls and-ding knot with standing. Fall low the tray all café-terrariums with moss mosh pits within fishbowls to strike, a spare, a split person all a tea reading leaves us see keen awe-or dee struck shun the leopard cawl in nee.
Skits of friend hee-haw? Mule may mewl to noah vale. Hoss pit hell, new row skiatry, psy co-leapt-ex freud o’ ver, ease he said.
Poll it all to get her? How? Ow! Ill bread to knead me in the growin’ guard den!
True deux leuking class con-shush-ness caste nose stone, jaw harpy! Sei sharp , cue rackin, din ninja know? Oh, bleak under wreck sun, west a ring, esther ring a pawn, the ring fein grrr!
Twisted weirds drip me up, Aunty Grave a tree. Dung twister scarab domino Gramps. My het hertz! Rodeo waves to sir cuss awl ewe want, nary a potter (back to shards now).
Eye yam tie red, sew Thai read. Muss top four now. Must go to slay up. Down aye van-gogh into aux blah viands.
Rye, well would you just stop? I cant, I rant! I mussed, I mushed…musty, zee bra, saw to saw a log arrhythmia…chaos prevails…
Gawd nigh yet.
~ Wry Welwood
12th of December 2021
Written in response to Scrittura Saturday prompt: Dear Chaos.
attention: J.D. Harms.