Friday, July 28, 2006

too poem in curious style

suddenly i'm a straightman


hamstrings singled out in the frozen closet
accelerate the flow why do you breathe me
dobbin dobby why do you seethe me gnarl
at the hoop's agenda there is somewhat a prize
isn't there isn't always a prize like last year
i meditated on this year and thought there were
fifty years but honestly dobbin dobby breathe me
there's certainly nothing for lack of a better
time i'll take this, with nuts, kiss me you
gnarl pop the locked closet seethe into rivers
taste the spoon upon your back
the wheel under the spoon
tasty switch left on



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did i mention i bought a watch?


a blinking thing after swell envelopes
violin wonderboys don't smoke it better
jumped into the fray skid
well yes i was scared roquefort robin
i however like dissipation
the white noise boys so the lithium
keeps it up for three years
time sexpot yes like that
tantric endurance like that
slammin on greasy brakes
i forgot we were fucking
forgot is not the right word
threshold of the gate
set low
does that mean
we come through
or don't come through?
i wore a beanie
on a violin
all smiles
also hard
still
late.



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