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Thursday, January 8, 2009

White Noise Gibberish from the Obselete G7-900 Series Y

lakes make aches
beware of drakes
they'll peck you til the stars come out
and tease you til they die of drought

There was this girl, a friend of mine.
She knew me fairly well.
Sometimes she writes & sends a dime,
and I can clearly tell

Just who it is without her name
or address on the letter.
I wonder was she fine or lame?
(wild or tame? guy or dame?)
My brainsies can't remember.

There was this girl with little eyes
that rolled round w/ inertia.
She took a trip to paradise
By way of Maine & Persia.

But I can't tell about her trek,
If it was nice or shitty.
I stayed at home with a broken neck.
I'd slipped in Iceland City.

Sometimes I wonder, since she's so good,
Just how that came to be.
I'd like to paddle through her blood
& take it to the sea.

Today she will not take my call.
I wonder what she's doing.
But I don't mind, I've got my stall.
I'm with my birdies cooing.

One minute, she is going to die
& that will be her loss.
& I will never say goodbye.
It's bound to make me cross.

But actually I'll probably die
Before her; She's much healthier.
Won't know this poem or who it's by.
My love is so much stealthier.

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