Thursday, July 22, 2004

UntitledSonnet: UnRevised

Pumping water to the weights again
Rafting rapids lofty heights ahead
Porcelain goddess craft my mission clear
Rend me speechless so that I may hear
Words you lend to me from your high
Push me off of you lick your moistened thigh
Into the night I stalk the prisoned poem
Out of the light I tease a passioned moan
Strain my back-break unlash my mind
Peel me off of you my flesh your rind
Flay me tender understand my eyes
Wrists behind me repeat unbent whys

Undaunted virtue whips my lasting home
Unflaunted purpose quips a bastion honed

# posted by ArnieHoffman : 9:40 p.m.
Comments:
i's no bloody sonnet son!
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 10:26 a.m.
 
yeah, no kidding!
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 5:29 p.m.
 
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