a poem for today

a poem for today, 13 April 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of fourteen sentences and its image]
The soul is the nonpersonal.
Meet my inner Courtney Love.
People died because my answering machine was full.
Give them champagne and be gay.
Some of the experience was like, really strange.
It's what I have to work with.
I practice only when I'm alone and it is dark. 
Getting to yes is a bitch. 
I realize this might be a bit embarrassing.
Giving great oral is an art.
Are you familiar with physical forms of pleasure.
Come on bitch eat some dog food.
Assault lies dormant within us all. 
It looks like wax.

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