Monday, March 04, 2013

A poetry eater

  JIll's a poetry eater a twinsome twotime poetry eater. An eater of groove and pelt/ around the wrong way of a symbol

& the night was good. She bore a foot solider long and the Queen sat two in the barrel of the   thing beside the place over the hole , the sewer where the     guy was ranting wave, and the run bounce car moved a common ground above

and Jill heard the democratic morsel an eternal parcel was it Mona suggested sense falling at her feet laughing at the fool god thinking he was the only one begotten before the others made and unmade eternity before heaving heaven.