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the river (or, Twice for the Twist, that makes no sense...)
by Daryl Feintwice for the twist
I GOT MY OWN ROBOT
no no no its touching the food
its all touching
mashed taters out the box
uncomfortably integrated
with the boogery meatloaf
S L A B S
twist for the lisp
i on the cusp bit in
APPLES!
razorblade!
promises!
APPLES.
how many hours to japan?
lisp like the fish
got go go god bicycle rockets
door to moat to castled
forest ticket garage floor
tempest means storm
that's what you are
all of your secrets
are babywrinkly moseses
in little wicker baskets
sinking below
the surface of
the
river.
penalties itching
to be levied against you... 10/24/2003 Author's Note: this will be our candy coated shameful secret...
ghost cracker, out.
Posted on 10/25/2003
Copyright © 2024 Daryl Fein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 10/28/03 at 05:17 PM "all of your secrets
are babywrinkly moseses
in little wicker baskets
sinking below
the surface of
the
river."... nice stanza... excellent on it's own... back and forth this poem rocks... blessings |
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