Bells of a ball fed tune

Try reading it aloud.  I think it has a haunting quality.

Sand dust shells started weaving their spells
Before the August moon of one late afternoon
When the quells were quiet and the sands were silent
All in the bells of a ball fed tune
All in the bells of a ball fed tune.

And the shores were shuckled and the birds were buckled
Leaving the land of the listening loon
Where the seagulls tripe riding home on a bike
All in the bells of a ball fed tune
All in the bells of a ball fed tune.

When the quays fell away under foot under clay
And the sand crystallized to the moon
Leaving shells to demand moonlight glow from the sand
All in the bells of a ball fed tune
All in the bells of a ball fed tune.

When the bells in sashay fomed a line on the quay
And the land shuckled tins to the moon
Then the clay sank away when the shores were at play
All in the bells of a ball fed tune
All in the bells of a ball fed tune.

Denis Streeter 9/23/11