Friday, May 07, 2010

What poetry sounds like to me

The Shoushound

Brickled bricks
a tomb constructed
feathered health and crimpled brickashanter
pleeb
brownrick tunish
and haveled brandisheer
a ploob
your head a crackin'

robot asterisk
jammin gander
a pockish roob of
lamptin blather

horn the cope
of mulish broobs
a carn but lake
can stain thine boobs

blarth tilth paynins
can not the hithered probbcock splaine
arsh of gander
is across the helgish rhine.

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