A sonnet on unsteady buildings On homeward roads the granite houses march, their roofs pulled low against the lash of rain, their windows streaming sea-spray, rustic arch and cobbled path fence-deep in mud again. They’re drunk. The town is famed for drunken homes, its pavements wet with whiskey and its gutters deep in rum. Each
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Somebody left me a lot of money in Nigeria. Drugs are cheaper through the mail. From Canada. Love is just a click away. Someone is waiting to meet me. My perfect mate is waiting for me! But I really should enlarge my penis. Jesus saved. Now I can too. On my mortgage. But time is
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The Toad One night in the spring of 1887, a strange happening shocked the inhabitants of Crockcaster County, England. An entire village was completely destroyed by crushing, apparently by some as yet unidentifiable species of giant toad. Professor Hepple Prinkle has recently made available diary accounts as taken down by himself, contemporaneously with the events.
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Untitled Limerick A message arrives via media, Inducing immediate tedia. Don’t take it as such, For who knows how much Subliminal media fedia? Poetry Deadline You’ve a deadline to meet but your mind is replete with all manner of secular notions, And your editor swears that there’s no one who dares to reject all his
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In Hell it is always the holidays. The cheer-drone of Christmas music Jing jing jingles through the overstocked Dust pungent grocery aisles. The bagel store is always out of whole wheat, The lunch specials always ended an hour ago, And rain sounds like an Alabama radio show. And there is coffee dripping down the side
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