Lush milk cow meads
Cows moon on the feasty lush
under their feet silky strands
of earth's hair- punky green-
the Earth is a punk
but in summer haze,
in summer drought-
Earth grows 80s cool
blonde hair
wind waves hair
a grass hairdo unsettled
copious source
for white flow
creamy bland sweet
noone sees through it
preternatural drink
for a man but he
harvests fruits of beings
which he defeated
i hear a loud outrageous cry
startle the walls and trees
how dare you think of
human milk industry
cows moon-walk
on Earth's punk hairdo
agricultural marketing agency
lauded the moon-walk in elation.
poem by Michael Witkowski
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