Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Poem of the Day

Seagull Pebbling

Machine saw blade cutteth through arm - raw
Mean youth I saw
Nast ill intentioned gank giggles gunky
Accompany cruel rock throw at gull
Pebble to hand I too did take
Bird instinct, what sort of make?
And throw did I too
Stolidity, unmovedness, obliviosity met my view
But why standethed bird thus
Instinctless without fuss?
Broken? noble? stupidity?
Pained, frenzied throwing ended in death - teared cupidity

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