The whole movement, the whole project
blackened naysayer nauseating tense
the past now hurling present to the passed;
hurling sporadic saccharine
asymmetrical callous blasting fallacy,
phallic mastery and penned history;
the hysterical secret misery now washed,
travelled back into accidental disaster.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 551
Cycle 23
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.