Friday, March 16, 2007

Bulk Mail Is Poetry

Is this enough, or isn’t it
your austere mantra
lets go check it out
get-together or concede
I think i can help you out
with an empire kiss
this soap wardrobe
so stinking
annihilates the urn
in sag monotony
disheartened by the therapeutic
I wanna go commando
A lane of creation and collaboration
important for tomorrow
maybe before then
is this possible
bedspread invader
The westerners’ concurrent eruption
they’re traitors and foes
or so I’m guessing
Your prima donna suicide
with a convoy of grill tractor-trailors
so fascinated that I’m afraid to use it.

(c) Tasha Chinnock 2007

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