Monday, October 11, 2010

From a Series


The bruxism of language
catches up one day     Little Spacey
Dear Antarctica,     Please feed me
Are you sleeping?      I'm talking to the Alphabet
Think of the snow      as a ledge of the visible
Humans are sheer      They shear each other
I meant they share
Ask God for      strength to carrion
A homeless person was discovered living inside a copy machine!
That's poetry     Arguing with me
Only increases me     Allegedy visible
You are to me     a trifling Morgana
A witch needs a big playground
Some occupying forces      may include music

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