“Mere reflection of light,”
All fairest beauty falls unto;
duelling trusting words, tomorrows’ picnic going panic, ditty laughters, eyes caught sight…
Silence swingsinging vastly spaceout;
sightseeing Van Goghesque alzheimeric erudity possibly you and I, doubt.
I should have kissed here
at the shadow in the dark first descended
Thence there she stood idol revered
I dream I dear
# posted by si tolol : 4/16/2007 09:33:00 PM
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Untitled {Poetry}
Hell the stairs are winding heading into a war full of butterflies and satans with ponds turn as lakes eating innocent souls rabbit rabbi ribbit mumbling can’t talk can’t stop can’t be dull lullaby dream of you naked hugging toy looks like him/me/I was there burn burn burn like a witch am giggling am not you don’t like me.
PLEASE GIMME MINE WANT
# posted by si tolol : 4/16/2007 09:29:00 PM
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Refuting {Poetry}
One’s another word for dream: failure
I’d like to think of it as subject of a bohemic epicure
Who has lost his taste for art and succumbing into whatsoever love films
imprisioned by scribbling words of Neruda, Whitman, and/or whosoever pseudo poet de jure
intoxicated drunken sensation of holy holy holy CRUSH
this shielded fort is slowly collapsing
flanked attacked side forthwith with just one feeling
God or rather Burroughs slays THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR FUCKING
# posted by si tolol : 4/16/2007 08:45:00 PM
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