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04 Apr, 2007

The Bride of Spam Poetry

Posted by: Dave In: Weather

And the wide arrowhead the road itself
Not daring to oppose
Swaying in unison beneath the snow,
Is dumb; he is the mute white stony shape
Floating on the sky.
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
I’ve drifted somewhat from the distant heart
To pick up even the quickening of wind
Glimmering of light:
Appear to lift up from the lake;
grow hot in the parking lot, though they’re
Toward the still dab of white that oscillates
the foul pole relaxes. She’s raged all afternoon
Before those virile women!

“The foul pole relaxes?”  That’s ironic coming from a Viagra spam, don’t you think?

-Dave

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  • Dave: Not sure, Bryan, but I'd love to know where Craig lives.
  • Bryan Hanks: What city were those in?
  • Kevin David Anderson: check out our other wreaths at: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150452725264516.391111.360128594515&type=3
  • epiphenita: Like Tom Waits without the music.
  • epiphenita: Reminds me of my good friend's artwork: http://victoriacarlson.blogspot.com/2009/06/untitled.html
  • Dave: I think someone should make some dance music from those "WHOAHs."
  • epiphenita: Oh, Dave. That was tonic to my soul. Perfect. I vote for an exorcism.
  • Dave: Hmm, looks sober to me.
  • Scott: I'm thinking that the guy with the hat might have had a drink or two before this picture was taken. Just a hunch...
  • Scott: There's a roleplaying scenario just waiting to be written based on these pictures. :-)

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