Thursday, March 18, 2004
the watchmen view the victory
sentiment and nostalgia pass for signs of worth merriment and gaiety are matters of great mirth I see the shining faces all turned towards the sun oh how they run their races oh how they have their fun all along the watchtower is played upon the stage as Dylan traipses through his song we turn...
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Saturday, January 24, 2004
HARVEST
Lustrous Green Apples Hung in clusters From the boughs Of the trees, And in elegant Groups of twos And threes We swarmed Like bees Until the orchard Was free from Fruit.
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Saturday, January 3, 2004
A BIRISH ION
A poemmma dilemma torrential and flighty with wings and fins from the gracious almighty a flying fish with lungs for the air so lofty, exalted, and blue and so fair… at home in the sea or the blue sky above at a loss for nothing, nurturing love: A bir ish ion, fancy free. The more to love the more...
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Monday, December 29, 2003
ON LIFE
This isn’t fun anymore I’ve decided to close That open door And rows upon rows Of fancy-eyed rants Will just have to settle And pull up their pants! To tell you of what I have planned to address, is to put out the fire under duress. And that would be Fatal, and that would be Flawed; not to mention...
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Sunday, December 28, 2003
FORM ET DIABLE
Sensual smut is mined from the gut! Like a luscious languid lip gloss, Or a ballsy beast that just wants to rut! I leave all pallid pairs at a loss When in myriad ménage et trois I lay down the limpid law For all who fear the fatal flaw Ease mined smut straight from the shaft, Eloquent and lethal as...
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