No new thoughts
but flush with ideas
just like expensive paper grapes
What have you brought
to the table
just moldy wooden horses
in darkness I have traced
Behave they say
in ritual written
tendrils chicken body head cutoff
For a little bit of
wine
forthright approximately
fully mine
had better be looked after
cause slowly was dies
and being in a boat
overboard
undrown
'cuz
exemplar
just not very navigatable
passionate uncompromisable
and wrapped in prion sacs
culled like weeds
they drown
the teachers of lawn mowers
toxic crystal clear water
And
what is this newborn hope
gestations bridge from pasts
and futures to cope
unspoken unwritten
enigmatic beyond imagination
romantic to a cliche
just floating ideas
no new thoughts
crossword puzzle
waching the chicken's body slowly die
until the day no tear
but trouble everywhere
in still life rotting wood.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
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