Thursday, June 11, 2009

Midday Prework Ramble

(All I can really think about are rocks)
The sightly curvature
Steel towers
Mechanic bird
Sunken planes in a crystal cove
Underwater abode for fishies
Dipole cities, seaweed summer.

ALAS! She seizes thy memory trap to infuse its gentle pages with stories of a harlot's heart.

Stealthy unrevealing murdoch
You stump the river folk
Bourbon flute to stimulate the yolking
Dignified king of The Rock on the Edge of the World
Heartland and home
Chocolate-lipped chatter not monotone
Don't encase me in a bubble, Houston;
I want to run this river and roam.

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