now things are picking up
Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 01 May 2011 00:38:00 GMT
act iii
the disguised princess meets
a quantum wolf
our script lies in tatters our pants too
blackhat
the musical drill tuned
to concert A
sixth anniversary: that’s chainsaws…
Bob Barnacle
knew a mermaid
gave him fish-lice
touch and a pang true Irish harpies
bouquet for Mother
sprouts of the
lovely coca
from a moose’s antlers champagne drips
at the climax
the bridegroom smashes
a moonlet
the deckplates scoured white corundum tears
in the bowl
of your plastic spoon
submarines lurk
with one ivory chopstick I slay tens
whistling kettle
it spews yellow and black
trefoils
Oort-bound scimitars of Tamburlaine
they cast a seafoam net
it pulled up a
lead skiff
siren. harpy.
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