Monday, January 23, 2012


A blue nucleon power surge
of diabolical nonsense,
the catalyst for warm feelings.

And you can sell
the merchants what
their daughters would profit,
but they'll never take
you for the payout.

Have I forgotten to meet someone?

I had found a pond
where the fishes were
lilac and pink.
I jumped in
and the pond was made
of poison.

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