papers/lighter/text

crumbled and rolled

past ghasts 07/07/2009

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 12:21 pm

swore i could smell the tang. like iron
soft as alarm bells clang, haha- lord byron
projectile’d words like clay, fired ’em
sculptures of this soul’s for hire, a

downpouring of sound, dour,
dolorous, a
melodious past-ghast,
so sonorous.

did you catch more flies with vinegar or honey?
depends how you tongue’d the tang. it’s haha, funny.

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