Lovely, Maybe... To Have A Head That Obeys Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

or one maybe three, that'll
continue to parse, mouth, spell, project, granulate...
to underply the mudspatters
and wreak havocsome the druperies....
carry on and on and on and on...
write a book about it...a bestseller...
go on the talkshow circuitry until it overlodes the webworks and twittlingtattlers...
.this tale would get
tears out of stone's bellies....bring carpenters
and soothersaying at the gate....if they could get past the yards of spilled entrails in the driveway
without tripping and bloodying their knees,
believe it..
.it's the stuff of which
jerkings
are
made...
.lifetime chanelled times six and more.....
.and without a bit of window dressing or door decking.....
wouldn't
be a
dry eye
in
the house......
or an airsick bag unfilled....