a poem for today, 6 August 2012

a poem for today, 6 August 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of nine sentences and its image]
No act.
No win, no fee.
Run while you still got legs.
I live in what I would describe as a creepy town of zombies.
Worthwhile experimentation in contemporary poetry suffers the same fate as the service in tourist restaurants.
To return to Spinoza, the situation is no doubt one in which the masses - or a multitude - has sunken into what he calls "sadness," in which the negative aspect prevails.
Maybe if you’re a sex toy reviewer, we might be able to send you some freebies.
Product will be hot after heating.
Boy clothes are boring.

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