Saturday, September 18, 2010

for neatby 3.0 (non sequitor)

where are my words for neatby now
when we were sticks together
fooled by the meter,
the words, and the distance
beautified his pursuant wit.
bricks of canterbury to crypts step.
a cheap trick.
where's my silver egg?
unhatched.
dance dance diva
turn me out
my epileptic teary eyed rhizome
and she danced and danced
jezebel, eve, salome, magdalena
draught a basket
a coin in my pocket
not even
your endless love;
fun, but too much like
his mad mother
he'd never capture her
so he raped his sister
at tunbridge wells
with his girlfriend upstairs

7/30/2010

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