Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Song of 81 Poems, V

   


It pleased everybody,
   vintage music started to slink
   through dreams,
     of her lame dead father.

He broke a string when 
     Gloria's ex was cut.
The fool was accustomed
     to save his strength.
     His mind was up in heaven.

My New York companion 
     went to see on Crete a storm.
She suffered patience, soon she'll master.
She had a sister, related more,
      took strength and analyzed space.
Her dark deep strengthening dream,
     shared a beautiful selfie.

Why does marriage bring trouble?
From chocolate to smoke,
      she appears to hide her hurt.
Might I date this sweet sister?
     Make a muscle, then yell.
     We'll sculpt society.

I am jealous, it's absurd, this time.
You're helping this decay.
     Snap her from that trotting fiend.
As abbots live, sculpting you as me.
Throw the napkin form through
     the ring to calm a crazy leader.

Perhaps you heard.
Our favorite has clever respect.
     Make amends when we do deep sky.

Kiss so the noses have space.
     Why this girl?

She knows a place where we could sculpt.


Song of 81 Poems:

  1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9
10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18
19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36
37 38 
38 40 41 42 43 44 45
46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54
55 56 57 58 59 60 61
 62 63
64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72
73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81

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