Poem - The Wolvenblauer by Stephen W. Cote

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Stephen W. Cote

Short Stories

- Fairy Bunking Chapter 4: Napalm Martini Binge
- Fairy Bunking Chapter 1: Bunking the Dragon
- Fairy Bunking Chapter 2: Tea on a Leaf
- Fairy Bunking Chapter 3: All Out
- The Predator of the Meadow
- Empire
- The Alchemy of The Aurora Chateau Deo Belle Etoile
- The Autumn Engagement
- The Autumn Engagement

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- Transposition
- Embryo (parts 0 - 14)
- Aquamarine
- Natural Angels
- Superstition
- Winter (parts 1 - 15)
- Out Goes the Light
- Firework
- A Dilemma
- Brassiere
- Fireman
- Caveman
- Falling Leaves
- Desperate Times
- Beautiful Faces
- Escape To Morning
- Howling
- Applejack
- A Cafe Rose
- The Evils That Men Do
- Ray In The Sun
- Beautiful Faces
- Reversal
- The Wolvenblauer

The Wolvenblauer
by Stephen W. Cote

A wolvenblauer cometh - prickly-down yum yum.
I say, a wolvenblauer cometh - prickly-down yum.
Afraid be not you said I way back by
An eiderdown softly-frought tree
Whilst feasting on the num-num-jubs
That the wolvenblauer feeds
Ye pith-funked ant mounds
Nestled in cherry-bosomed blossoms
Of the wiled and wilted wish-worn weeds
Sloop and swindle yon auburn-frothy oak's leaves
And we could not be afraid
In Gaia's lavish vectrocity.

Ride in mommy Nigh's wakeful blase-blissy scream dream
Broccoli nightmare of chamber-chanting magnum laize
"Mummy, mummy, mum-yum" - fear-rocking beams
Present sweet tidings and cornucopia grubs
Of noony chuma-lum-lums and num-num-jubs
Covered with the crusty sanctified dew-muddied crud
With facetiously lacquered and gleaming shucks
Unfortunate we sucked to savor nigh=s slick muck
And razed our united sanguine cataclysmic effigy
To sedate and satiate our wild joony-joon croons
Sweaty daddy-da bum-bum-bumps mommy Nigh
Loosens the wolvenblauer with sweaty growls and sweaty sighs.

The wolvenblauer cometh - horneting gummy gumdrop
See only fricasseed onion-like cry-crybaby starshine
Bat those smarmy twinkle-blinky fairies from your eyes
"Fucking little bitches,"
Your flippant nostril-crusty voice cries
"Lumpy coal-breast", the dappled dumpling-lover proclaimed
A pretentious song of maidenhood-ripe squawks in halo-gumdrop rain
The wolvenblauer cometh - lanky-naked crab monkey clingies
A ferocity ensemble of Hades= night train hand baskety weavy-weavy goods.
Hall monitor of coy countenancers daring to fickle-finger Fate's fabled sins
Lest I, your humble narrator, unconfuse you
Consider bitch be his or hers of star crossed lovers.

Fetch the nip for a frisk-freaky kitty litterbox tingling meow session
Wanton fiber bristles coalesce in peripheral raked flakes

We've only been mud-fucking, a wolvenblauer to each other.

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