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Monday, January 4, 2010

Moravian Mastadonis

Chopping at my hair
with a pitch and an ax
Going a long stone's throw
for a piece of gum.

Kitchen floor may break
plaster good no more.

I drink no gin
I'll take no Sprite
Just buy me a glass
of cold hard ice.

Yo beast be the shizit
my arm be gettin' bit
Grody white teeth sinking deep in
blood splurting limb to limb.

I'm askin' for it
I hate to repeat that
over and over again
But I fear
that it's true.

Rocket upon a launcher

Puppet in a chair

Moravian Mastadonis

Hope bleaking in despair.

Alltel you a story
and listen you tell your own
Consequences are far-reaching
but way out of the zone.

Moravian Mastadonis

Oligarchian Ostriche

Head buried in the South Park sand

Oblivion the Black Oblique

Phallic symbol retrospect
a trumpet's french horn piece
Tongue licking alchemist offspringling
Roasted duck and clam for the big feast.

Treasure hunt come hither
a basket at least
woven pink and red
and green sprigs release.

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