Parts of this poem are good11/19/2008
Ruminate on expectations, drudge cogitating snot.
Exsanguinate crimson corpuscles, suck chuck-muck.
Porous veil, lacy gently wafting; Gottado Watta.
Reveal the cellar door, abort the slick wrench.
Illuminate, intimate, procreate. Vomit, belching, bile.
Final, this Curate’s Egg.
(This inexplicable post is a writer’s/writers’ block alleviation that owes itself to the #goodwordsbadwords challenge on Twitter from Her Bad Mother. Although I ignored her word choices because I was in the middle of writing this when I received her suggestions.)