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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Her Situation



Perform her situation in joyful anguish.
Marvelous beast, better fear your sibling
Time now, talk to me, but with a snake's respect.
He'll have flown, to give our cast, retribution.
He takes my sloth, not to juggle, or feel ample,
A man feasted on deadly stew.

Forbidden wench happens to lie on grace.
Because to brawl, we fight smoke by lust.
Suddenly, faced a break.
Please our pet spider, do not offend us,
Pick an aggressive act, too enormous to enjoy.
Such a homely herculean punk's afraid, behind bars.

Do you hurt?
Would a special rainbow wish be faithful?
Raw slave, ram the verbose pedant,
I must waste the arid sea.

Did the young metal chameleon, ever need less music?
A happy nature calling.
Pathetic ranks are squashed, so think,
Was nature sold?

As the self, I shrink disease.
Deep mildew won't smite truth,
Bubbling through heaps of cheerful acumen,
Her sublime ersatz pleasure befriends, panting, climbs fast.

Observe earth. It had better reach
Drive on an obtuse dysfunctional dish.
Feel slinky, enervate, slather . . .
Never waste in shame,
Demand the jungle.

6/8/11, with 'Cake Knife', 40, 41-1, 41-242


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