The Starting Point

August 27, 2013
In my little red bed, she came for wet summers with my mom.
Cowy ends the night lake, getting it hot together far up inside magic flowers.
Girlfriend jumps Boy Cocoon to see his pig.
I flew no joy that Child Twirly Frog for squirrel Snowa eat like Dog Sister and cry for they imagine Cloud.
I get silent for there goes the happy banana.
Fast red flowers at night put babies fed into slow round cocoons of love.

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Mckay This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 13, 2013 at 6:07 pm
I agree. It's nonsensical. But isn't most poetry that way? This is an enjoyable read...despite the inability to decipher it. 
Ghrenqi replied...
Sept. 14, 2013 at 11:54 am
I suppose it is. We wrote it in a way that wouldn't make any sense at all, so there isn't any meaning behind the words.
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