Friday, August 14, 2009

Mona Lisa’s Smile on a Plate since an Afternoon Garage Sale

Cerebral, a radical conundrum with the flair of a behemoth,
Is an adjective, not the name of a cock or mere tower in
     progress.

Yet that is just what I’m calling my dinner. Penumbral’s
     pretentious,
Encumbrance nasty, libidinous obvious, solicitous corny.

Cerebral: thick hair in pasta sauce becomes dark grass of
     squid cenacles.
Cerebrum, an herb, suffuses the evening or kelps of an
     afternoon.

Sure, twilights demand light reading, laziness, or sex.
I masturbate my pen and spoon upon seeing kombu-green
     doom.

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