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Showing posts with label iambic pentameter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label iambic pentameter. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

"Hi," Wordsalad

Hi,

I'm a muted brown with sexual overtones. 

I have crevices where my knees connect. 

There are little tiny things where nothing should go. 

There are sepia stains when I yawn too long and dashes of crinkling when I go to bed. 

All of this would be tolerable were it not for the flashes of insight I experience on a daily basis.

Correct not the sins of others lest they too come to the warpath.


In the daytimes I enjoy twisting words and ravishing stew.

I seek good news. 

If one of you would be so kind as to finish my sentences...

I've gone down that road before, be sure, be sure.


Still, if I may have one more for commode, let it be in the place we least expect

And follow it will from night to day, you can't be a fool unless proven otherwise.