Now I got to the campsite
and missplaced my rib
where the hell did I put it
mindlessly check each pocket
the wolf must have chosen it
stolen it
it's his
damn it
from man's Earth it was taken
now moon over head
potentate split up belongings
moving at ameba's pace
stomach hurling out growels
acid rain eating at bowels
just a guess I guess
as to how this stuff cycles
as to minding pen howls
lines of cube rotating
inwardness forgetting
how little
or how too much I know
you
Moon dances
DNA's are big children
so may say
of a man named Ribo Acid
maybe
brevity
for short
Yes but who is Adam's dad
well that'd be Lucy for's Husband
Venus instead
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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3 comments:
Yup- this one gets my seal of laughter!
The stars were aligned for this one children.
Could you label this Fractal Knowledge Poetry?
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