oh, these early morning people
bright eyed
unnaturally alert
we watch them walk
into the sunrise
which paints around them
that golden aura
oh, their edges glow
hot metal
molten still from the plasma torch
as though God just cut them
fresh from the block
and joints still stiff
one leg at least
in that frozen
sleepy
...rigamortis
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Classic you.
didn't realise i could be "classic"
is that like homegrown apple-cider classic?
Yeah, that...or, any poetic relation to your dick.
true
yeah...
my dick is pretty poetic
also
www.myspace.com/scottgibsonpoetry or whatever... I couldn't listen to that poem you were talking about.
Gaybar
Your poetry is apple-cider-vinegar.
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