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Anti-Poetry

The writings of a glum lord.

Saturday, January 6, 2007

I couldn't pull myself away
From the enchanted toilet
That kept magically flushing and filling
With blood from the hospital
Next door
Even though
The siamese mime
Waltzed nearby
Screaming the flesh
Off of the transgendered
Priest with no bones
Posted by Stephanie Williamsonian at 2:32 PM

1 comment:

Stephanie Williamsonian said...

bad bad bad
the meter's all wrong
doofus

January 10, 2007 at 11:51 PM

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