30 July 2009

notes: simple shit you writ

if yr mother likes the simple shit you writ
if there's nothing subtle
nor an empty spoonful of softskulling wit

if yr tongue don't click with a sharp tin tick
puddle cuddle shuttle scuttle rebuttal
if wet words peel neatly off the tile before yr bent-over sick

[if there's nothing worth ascent
this pretty poison won't pass for poison treasure.]

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