Monday

mona gets her goat and shears the lamb

Mona gets her goat shears the lamb. Lamb of bog. lead us. to payment. crumbled by power and hourglased by tubas. she's corn. pardon his sifted stench!


Is that blood of the lamb in the woofed warp of thyme rosemary, cumin, caraway?
Carried away she's carrots to her embryonic sheep.