AWASH IN THE TIMES OF LORE,
AS THE ORBITS ORB RISES ANEW,
EACH CRACK OF A MORN RISES;
BY AMBER’D WAVES OF GRAINS,
OF PRE-DAWNED HEFFERS MILKINGS,
SNAPS - CRACKLES - CRUCIBLE’D CHEERIOS;
ROLLED THE STEELED ORE HORSES,
OVER - OVER - BETWIXED LINES LAID,
ROSEBUDS OF THORNS OF BORN;
PROVING GROUNDS DUSTING OFFS,
TIDES OF JOY & EMBATTLED UNSET,
STAINS OF FRAYS - STAINS OF CHEER;
BEDS OF STRAWBERRIES FORE SOWN,
OF BASELINES OF INNINGS OF EVE’S CLAY,
DO’S & DON’T'S OF MOSES CHISELED PARSED;
OF THE ORCHARDS OF CHERRIES RIGHTEOUS,
APPLES OF TIMES - GHOSTS OF DAWNS,
MARTIN LUTHER? - GOT MILK? - FRUITED?
HOW STRAPPING - CORSETED - NATURAL,
AS THE ORBS OF EVE’S VICISSITUDES,
SUNS A RISINGS ROBUST OF BASED ECHO;
BY AMBER’D WAVES OF GRAINS,
OF PRE-DAWNED HEFFERS MILKINGS,
SNAPS - CRACKLES - CRUCIBLE’D CHEERIOS;
OF GRANNY’S SMITH’S - CRACKER JACKS’,
BUTTERED DOUGHBOYS - HOT DOGS,
HEARTBEATS O’ ROLLING AMERICAN PIES;
LEGENDS AND HAUNTS - SUDS TRIED,
HOW GERMAIN TO OCTOBER STEINS,
FEEL THEM OATS - MEAD - PORTS — NECTAR;
HOW POLAR THE PULSE SCORES,
FOR THE CARATS OF DIAMONDS KEEP,
BASELINES BETWEEN FOULS - BASES OR’D;
O’ THE STICK BALLED SANDY LOTS,
SEEDS OF REAPING SOWN OF TERRA,
FROM EVES TO DAWNS: ORBITS FIRMA;
STEELED SONS OF BOYS YET FATHERS,
BUTTERED TO CHURN GALLANT EXTANT,
TO BE THE GRAINS - PROVING GROUNDS’ ORE;
BY AMBER’D WAVES OF GRAINS,
OF PRE-DAWNED HEFFERS MILKINGS,
SNAPS - CRACKLES - CRUCIBLE’D CHEERIOS;
TIP THE SUDS OF LOCALS STEWING,
HAUNTS OF MOONBEAMS O’ DAWN,
CRACKLES OF THREE SHEETED LINES;
BORN ANEW OF THE SONS AS MEN,
HER CLAY BECKONS FOR RIGHT RIBBING,
PERCHANCE THE KEEP OF ANGELS BASIS;
TIP THE SUDS OF LOCALS FEASTING,
BALL PARK FRANKS - CALL O’ MUSTERED,
SANDS OF TIME - REFRESHMENTS PAUL’D;
RISEN TO RUBS OF YESTERDAYS,
CATCHERS O’ THE RYE, FIRSTERS & …,
AWASHED OF OATS ORE’D SPORTING COMITY;
TIP THE SUDS OF LOCALS BREWING,
MEN AS BOYS YET - PATCHED GIANTS KEYED,
PINNED - STRIPPED - SOUL’D OCTOBER STEINS’D;
BY AMBER’D WAVES OF GRAINS,
OF PRE-DAWNED HEFFERS MILKINGS,
SNAPS - CRACKLES - CRUCIBLE’D CHEERIOS;
EACH CRACK OF A MORN RISES,
AS THE ORBITS ORB RISES ANEW,
AWASHED IN THE TIMED O’ BASIS.
J.P. HOGAN
[P&P 1ST HERE 99% AS FIRST DRAFT PARED]