a poem made using boggle words or bits of conversation, with help from Krystee, Kahlie, & Juniper


What can be said of a wish bash?
a raised dress oasis, 
gentle piss pets,
unfurled eels ears,
(spin until it’s spelt)
Which way’s Newt Wit & where can I find Fish Wife?
Lean left at Fate’s Pine,
pass the toss-rot,
trot till you’re sore & wise.
How do I know if it's sin or if it’s spine?
Rule out the fear of ants,
lather the larks,
& strain the rain.

Answers are slick like polyester, gently made.

myrrh marzipan