serocomic commerce of night and blood
there aren't enough police in all the world
rending the evelope at both ends
I bit my lip and truth dripped out of a hideous flesh donut
everything smells like cheap scifi
the elegance of dining
just makes me want to die
A honest stab at a poem, Dash Asterisk, if that is your real name. Not particularly well hashed out, maybe it's just the typos, but the last two lines still score with a fine couplet-quality punch. Table manners are an extremely emotional & interesting subject. Whatever lead you here to this cul de sac of a thread on the web, my manifold alterity thanks you & invites you to have at a sonnet before you toss all your cookies to the coroner.
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there aren't enough police in all the world
rending the evelope at both ends
I bit my lip and truth dripped out of a hideous flesh donut
everything smells like cheap scifi
the elegance of dining
just makes me want to die
- * 7-06-2003 8:51 pm
A honest stab at a poem, Dash Asterisk, if that is your real name. Not particularly well hashed out, maybe it's just the typos, but the last two lines still score with a fine couplet-quality punch. Table manners are an extremely emotional & interesting subject. Whatever lead you here to this cul de sac of a thread on the web, my manifold alterity thanks you & invites you to have at a sonnet before you toss all your cookies to the coroner.
- Black Bird (guest) 7-07-2003 2:08 am [add a comment]