Monday, August 10, 2009

February: Year-day 38

February: Year-day 38 A fair sky, and whistlings out of the south. Tomorrow, Milwaukee perhaps, and Rick and Laurel: music: his organ, her mouth: throaty, electric: rock with rainbow quick. And the bastards, and the bitches, the ladies, the gentlemen/ will listen and enjoy as their ears are turned in the Leaded Shade ease that evening that duo work for, employ. And the computer-controlled universe we may quite soon see sloshing in the banks will leave small room for compelled excuses. All we imagine/ we'd better rehearse if we're ever to hear the proper thanks for the worlds we make and their varied uses. -

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brian (baj) salchert said...

This was one of the x/r-rated sonnets.

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