ka blow of sniffed-in strife 'tween concrete walls
a strong grey ashUrinse hiding
a hard wide line, measlies long
of daze, and nights, and more daze.
In spite for the ruin-laced figure
with two plastic fags,
they all stressed the standard canyon,
the feast of bolted steel,
of greys, and
eyes aground.
On squared-off stiffs,
squatting over the drained fading Fool,
spilling tossed down refuse,
the stunk-food of half-beaten
mays and mights and more mays,
two attacks in stole'd chains
did a grope-feel,
and felt their lays.
Seem how lines us loomens mistake
on skytimes and discreet signs,
fission bars and muchloom crowds?
all fate
all groove
with coroners and newf-anglowphylums
smutting angrily;
sore in the grog shit--
sink in the sound
nonethemore we'll still goBLOOM!
poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
You
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Violators are prosecuted, no joke!
I'm living off the generosity of plagiarists now!
(It's OK to give my poem to friends or people at school, if you credit me and
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copyright
2007 Jason Paul Fox