Friday, July 17, 2009

clumsy word-unarrange poem---=Reverse style

I dance to the tune of words that ripe me naked,
and slitted my throat
with a slick of awesome letters that uproot my teeth
.... upon the clumsy floor with my bare hands that lift my body..
.I clung to the handy hand with soft clod...
that feed me a dream....
the ghost hunted me down from near door to the dark alley..........
Die..die
then flow it started to wet me...
and strange shadows walk in front guiding the droopy body

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