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
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?
with coroners and newf-anglowphylums
sore in the grog shit--
sink in the sound
nonethemore we'll still goBLOOM!
poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
You MUST credit my authorship when reproducing this poem in any way!
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 don't make money off it)
2007 Jason Paul Fox