Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Song of 81 Poems, IV




In truth he meant a man, who with sound,
   shared a beautiful selfie.
      "You'll see, an Aussie women will phone."

She shared and rode a simple toy.
   A happy scent stopped my love when she said,
      "Sleep through sound."

This reached metaphoric shimmers.
   Performing the clean thought
      "Deep grace must dull the rhythm."

Tell your bird to run! "Drug my brain!"
   "Write a symbol,
      Try harmonic programming."

A greening holds my deep inky delight,
   the Chameleon who guts earth,
      "He's an animal husband."

Scream at Beauty, 
   When Ezekiel's strength died, 
      notice who never came for pleasure.

Whomever he chooses, won't impress, 
   opens wide to paint electric harmony.
      "Her curiosity is hard, and soft sculpture."

Fiery mother of Heaven,
    Use sanguine perfume,
      to come and bed our party kids.

"Walk, they lose patience."



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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