Monday, 31 March 2008

1 Poem for Nourtonia Neoulogoizoid

Donald Trump's crumpets
and the crumpled up trumpets,
the muppets and the lumpen
proletariat, the dumplings;
the mono-gonal somethings
that go spring thru the kite.

The multiplexing riders that go
thump in a strike pad, asunder
things actually hunched in a dump
truck's curtain holding light.

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