mrgiles

Poems.

Friday, March 21, 2008

5

We are unable to publish
everything, furthermore that stays
our aim. Breakfast is a little
lunch - something every penny
comes to know. Moonshadow sails
past the box: mandela touches
everything. Biscuit skin was avant
garde but didn't really mean it.
Without his significant pressure,
Nelson flew a chop too soon.
One day boats will reach
the fridge, and then all repetition
will be off. Thank you for your chipmunk
cake, however angels hesitate
to submit poems for future issues.

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