Friday, May 21, 2010

drum


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If she's married shes done for like a dog. a dog's like a metaphor. its whored four ways, and politics is the name of dogs. no one wanted war everyone wanted love, but it waned not though she was wining, no she wan! as the wanton drunk was. not to put to fine a point on it. eyes hurting where eyes were sore.



in the pouring rain its joust and troubadour tournament and the wrecking of knowledge . No seeing this changes the alarm ringing across the countryside ...if bilious chartered buses and scouting in the forest... and the summer shamble reeling...


__________this is the territory of annunciation ~