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Big Dog took the bone apart'n'left it on the scaffold
tickets to the laissez faire are gone, they've all been raffled....
to the victor
went the skittles...
and the knife
with which he whittles
has been lost'n'found'n'tossed'n'bound
'n'whet'n'nicked'n'stropped'n'clicked....
the dyes are cast, the lips are licked
listen, you can hear the sound
of ring-toss in the underground,
where the bowers from their towers
went to find their peanut brittles
a compendium of notes that read
a tale-spun out on wings of dread...
as fickle feathers clogged the head
and left pale fingers folded, bled....
sketched memories of soiled charm,
crepuscular, sounded alarm...
between the avalonly mists....
catch a few winks...discern some gists.....
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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Alison Cassidy (3/13/2008 6:21:00 PM)
You play with words like a conjurer and tease the reader with your Alice in Wonderland images and the extraordinary emotional range of your poetry. I won't attempt to interpret this fascinating wordplay. Suffice to say the title compels, has four legs and is stretched across a loom.
love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ |
shel cope (3/3/2008 2:50:00 AM)
Bob Dylan meets Jack Gelber in a downtown bar somewhere in the Land of Far Far Away (of which, coincidentally I am the rightful king)
...really glad I found your work & looking forward to more! |
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