March 23, 2010

Blank Verse

Filed under: Collateral Poetry — Shylock @ 9:38 PM
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It is our expression that meteorites,
tearing through the shaky, protoplasmic
seas of Genesistrine
—against which we
warn aviators
, or they may find themselves
suffocating in a reservoir of
life, or stuck like currants in a blanc mange
—that meteorites detach gelatinous,
or protoplasmic, lumps that fall with them.


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