7.17.2012

sordid sonnet 2


Our collective analogous or similar narrowed narrow,
slack to the quick maybe then...:
moan a quality of an object that’s when,
slowly it sneers, inhabit a barrow.
Pretends to manage fluke to sorrow;
zaps in to crush yr grin !

never to fade as a glare::
average arrives in freaking;
& the little swirling hours stare...
almost being here means peeking
so hear the depths of various containers blare...

that being at the start of the dawn pharaoh;
leaves rattled screwdrivers scattered on then;
where people were,  an off share

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