Friday, June 22, 2007

grubby virgins - a teenage tenting from memory

80. But though I have wept

(san izal the bastard razorwipe
here a confluence of word-detritus
outflow from the engine
google (echoic resonant of plumbing)

and what it does cough up
a echoed cyclops
sit himself sheepish
like Rab the goosewiper

all the massaged up foie gras

all here shushed for secrets

for the people and stink

of the san izal encampment
and teenage raining glory

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