Monday, January 10, 2005

Forsythia!

Fridge Magnet Poetry at the Romanzof Half:

Smear the milk
Felt like breast
Raw Sausage & hot blood
Elaborate lazy bed
A bitter peach beneath
Crush some essential friend
She is smooth
A shot of lucious chocolate
Recall gone their garden
Spray it, the sordid rose
Power behind her knife
Power behind her eternity
Leave a sad language fast
The girl after lust is repulsive
and mothered away
Delerious and ugly
Watch her use of the madest pole
Women, the diamond pedals
Ship me out in still boil
and then they play you most
Scream to manipulate weakness
Trudge drunk with what she said,
"Eat my needs, flood my cry."