They're just an assortment .of letters that bounce off the corners and crash into the netting that stands as a barrier
but
each to his master or the spirit where the level's lopsided,
then the line up begins and each letter wins a place in the heart of some beast
and words issue forth as if Moses had dropped off the radar and boosted a sports car to get down to the start line and taste some of that water that the spirit had turned into red wine
and the words stand in fine print, tuxedo's, bold Romans still bouncing off corners,
I'm all for the underdog if he doesn't have fleas and if I catch him scratching he's out on his ear,
queer how language finds so many meanings in the slang words that strangle and stifle conversations,
I choked on a dialect once and someone performed the Goering manoeuvre which is like the Heimlich one but more Teutonic,
thank you and mine comes with gin.
This is what Thursday is capable and culpable of,
homicidal tendencies
that's it
the letters stopped moving around
there is sound but that's from the street vendors
who send kisses by air mail
and
I am left with the assortment
some achievement huh?
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
They're just an assortment .of letters that bounce off the corners and crash into the netting that stands as a barrier
but
each to his master or the spirit where the level's lopsided,
then the line up begins and each letter wins a place in the heart of some beast
and words issue forth as if Moses had dropped off the radar and boosted a sports car to get down to the start line and taste some of that water that the spirit had turned into red wine
and the words stand in fine print, tuxedo's, bold Romans still bouncing off corners,
I'm all for the underdog if he doesn't have fleas and if I catch him scratching he's out on his ear,
queer how language finds so many meanings in the slang words that strangle and stifle conversations,
I choked on a dialect once and someone performed the Goering manoeuvre which is like the Heimlich one but more Teutonic,
thank you and mine comes with gin.
This is what Thursday is capable and culpable of,
homicidal tendencies
that's it
the letters stopped moving around
there is sound but that's from the street vendors
who send kisses by air mail
and
I am left with the assortment
some achievement huh?
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