a poem for today, 19 September 2012

a poem for today, 19 September 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of eight sentences and its image]
Foreplay is kissing, teasing, caressing, and putting parts of other people’s bodies in your mouth that bodily waste tends to fall out of.
When a family agrees to host an occult-obsessed Nazi scholar, they're transformed into undead slaves and must kidnap victims to feed his bloodlust.
Mere goodness can achieve little against the power of nature.
Luck and intuition play the cards with spades to start.
Friction results in more transfer than an accidental encounter.
The mute stoner sprays the demon with air freshener.
At first I thought he was walking a dog.
You're a sick puppy and I love you.

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