Some D’s
Declanation: The soaking feeling of being distanced at noon when it’s still up in the air whether the decision to reap is morose or untidy.

Decimatotalling: The rapid onslaught of meaningless words enumerated with an equally rapid intention to instil meaning in a bowl of cowering prejudice.

Dubawocha: Ancient cry of hope intermingled with an impending sense of despair so palpable that hope is all but drowned in anxious premonition.

And E’s
Effermetive: Bubbly aftereffects of a jubilant yes
Enterpretive: Spirit of free market translation
Equilabel: Parsimony of titular justice
Estabfizment: Fountain-head of bubbly temperament (see Effermetive)

R’s, S’s and Y.
Y, the song of Y, the telling of the song of
Y, and Y. Rhythm, the culling of R, the

Naught and cunning of R, and the why.
Ess, the breach of S, the tail of the breach

Of Song, and then. Here’s then a retelling
Of the Y’s, R’s and Esses that dot my yard.

make room

i make room for the parrot to scare off its voice, make
room for the dark to show its moves to the yonder light
make room for the grass to feed off the remains of dew
make room for the dew to fend off the stray remnants of
day, make room for the cattle to procure, to endure, to 
obscure its moos so that sanity may prevail when laughter
is at bay and riot has to pay for the sins of the grand father.