predictionary

guidance chose gold, as flower meets fancy
stakes sold other direction
meeting tells fiction
tales of wonder all for diction
nary a clue and a wisecrack mind
corners canary
calling my name, parroting words
sliding trombone
slicing the net membrane gone
on acid provide
sick to the poor
potatoes subside
nothing to eat
cabbage or tricks lie wasted
crimes riffle rhymes
all the beds talk in riddles
spittoons walk empty, no justice inside
a full moon spittles
spinning tales illiterate
directionless horizon
no continuity
no nothing is something
hiss rearrange
orange are apples
sun dries align
something goes down
flour or egg
no matter
words type themselves
without any mutter
mood pieces strain
some other design
mothers the batter
marks the decline
utter wet noodles
trouncing out usual
depression mount
enter the pan
looking for blather
litter undone
words repeating
sleeping in rafters
searching and dratting hereafter

denis streeter   10/29/17