a poem for today, 10 November 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of twelve sentences and its image]
Fans of quick cutting and traditional Hollywood plot structure will have to wear different eyes for a while.
Consider the following situation.
A mix of queer and wheels.
We all drink from both wells.
Huge step-by-step advice post under the cut.
Remove wrapper, open mouth, insert muffin, eat.
There's disco in the air and hairspray everywhere.
It makes the rest of the year, so hard-won, feel like détente.
Then it becomes confusing.
Sometimes people get butt acne.
Karma is a bitch like that.
Rats are just the souls of dead landlords.
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