I got nothing
September 17, 2008
no inspiration
except for poo,
poo, poo, poo, poo
glorious poopoo
smooshed and smeared
and oozing across the page
in the form of words
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
no inspiration
except for poo,
poo, poo, poo, poo
glorious poopoo
smooshed and smeared
and oozing across the page
in the form of words
September 17, 2008 at 4:03 pm
what an image, ehw!
September 17, 2008 at 8:13 pm
Yes, i also thought it was quite gross.
September 17, 2008 at 8:15 pm
No no…beautiful.
September 17, 2008 at 8:20 pm
well yes, gross in the meaning of 144, thus beautiful to the 144th power.
September 18, 2008 at 8:53 pm
this is so over my head