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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