a poem for today, 18 June 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of sixteen sentences and its image]
Listen up, ladies and gentlemen.
If love is the answer, could you rephrase the question.
They're raking up my bulbs.
I'm getting my shaved head.
The decision rests with you.
Perfect, for the most part.
What a cute little tucker.
There is a thin veneer between the dream and reality.
The secret ingredient is crime.
You'll get a yeast infection.
They'd take away my halo.
A penny for your thoughts.
The feeling of my body.
You have to leave now, and never come back here.
Our fast break was sexy.
And now you wake up every morning and you hate it.
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