For all the criss forsaken
mitred down stomped flatten'd
Da cry like baby Jessush
ancestors ancient curls
stamina
pressed down
squalls licking up
a testament to wollow
willows fallen
can fill in the hollowness
of heart
punk zealots
battering rams
angry young she
prissypiss
pantywaist
acid overload
shattered bebeered miscreants
smoky bars, Guiness'd brawl
created by the same He bots
whisper hills leave some blurbs
in the dank subburbs
shallowlakes swallowed hole
Rise up to lay down the plans
surrendering never
splash paint to coverup
the 21 gun holes
peering through snippets
a snapshot
a shot in the dark
a surprise visit
to the wild side
of once was
upon a time
senses keen
on zigzag
punk rock
pieces of silver
slivered to last
fractured pieces
mise en scene only
language raw silk on concrete
scathingly skin of teeth
picking pieces of used flesh from teeth
shadow bubbles of death foam
mucous majestic
flesh connected to life's bright nights
watching from a bar a star afar
and touchingly watching VerMeer
seethrough pale pig-pink
Nude
do her thing
Ode to the talented Nuala NiChonchuir, Irish writer divine
(oh to write like me ancient ancestors!)
jj 28 01 10
GUINNESS...remember two "n"'s. yes indeed. How did I mess with that? Obviously this neck of the woods we drink the swill.
ReplyDeleteGUINNESS...remember two "n"'s. yes indeed. How did I mess with that? Obviously this neck of the woods we drink the swill.
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