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Read too much prose today Kerouac, Micheline and Miller And that old Bob Kaufman too Tried to sell me their rhymeless lines Child, Eyed, D.A Levy capitalizes all Splashing bloods and vessels on the wacky paper Airs of San Francisco, Paris and even…PAUSE! Read too much prose for hours On end, Kerouac, Micheline and Miller’s And that old Bob Kaufman as well Tried to sell me their rhymeless swell Child, Eyed, D.A Levy capitalizes, he does Splashing bloods and vessels on the wacky paper Airs of San Francisco, Paris, and even… PAUSE! Renegades and outlaws, Bible of the Outraged To me rhymless poetry is like a hammer’s sledge Ramming its fake fluid down people’s throat And all is left on here is some ink one should blot. January 19, 2016, 7:45 pm Guillotière
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
Prozac on Prose
Read too much prose today Kerouac, Micheline and Miller And that old Bob Kaufman too Tried to sell me their rhymeless lines Child, Eyed, D.A Levy capitalizes all Splashing bloods and vessels on the wacky paper Airs of San Francisco, Paris and even…PAUSE! Read too much prose for hours On end, Kerouac, Micheline and Miller’s And that old Bob Kaufman as well Tried to sell me their rhymeless swell Child, Eyed, D.A Levy capitalizes, he does Splashing bloods and vessels on the wacky paper Airs of San Francisco, Paris, and even… PAUSE! Renegades and outlaws, Bible of the Outraged To me rhymless poetry is like a hammer’s sledge Ramming its fake fluid down people’s throat And all is left on here is some ink one should blot. January 19, 2016, 7:45 pm Guillotière
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
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