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shiny objects

Monday, July 12, 2004


I've been told to expand my poetic vocabulary. Here, therefore, is my latest attempt at beat. Don't wet yourself with excitement, now.

Beatnick Theater

Lover

The morning of wilted pancake batter
Oh georgie oh georgie
Oh.
You in your cigarette shoes
Like a cripy diamond
Sucking on bacon,
Sweet Jesus,
No more I sed
NO MO!
Mo don't live here
Or so i'm told.
I hate poprocks -
The smell of burning sugar -
your mom.
That's right man, your mom
Last night.
Like this:
WHOO!
I'm gonna kick you in the yarbles.
Later, maybe.
The young and the restless is on.


*coffee house snap-clapping*


Man, i'm like some kind of god. This is hot stuff.


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