That’s The Style Right There

That’s the style right there,

The yellow tweed with polka dots

And winding stripes.

April Poem 26: NaPoWriMo

Ned heard of pouch.

The rock in the coffee.

Stone differs drastically.

The edge in its simplest.

Subtle form of style.

Feelings of the strings.

Bellow of until.

The store music led.

 

Hopelessness echoing laughter.

Where both he noticed.

Intended stupid was.

The how plays bow.

Most hunter places.

She gave him a good.

Sling he leans.

Steady, himself theme. 

 

He grasps at disconnection.

VW and speed meshed launch.

Force needed to the edge.

The size of allowed energy.

Table spins it at the end.

Sound effects for the most.

Perfectly plays target.

Hard kick to homeless.