Wednesday, September 23, 2009
An Amputee Tries Hard to Convince A Private Not To Go
Scintillating, not. Daunting, yea, but. But:
would you even worry so horridly, bolting
so, almost frolicsome to the hilt? Would ya?
Of course I'm being condescendingly cocky,
creaturely cute, or curvaceous in my logic,
but that is all because I'm tragic. Okay?
Let's focus on the lyric attitude, one arm;
now, turn; churn out some vapor, burn one
vesper candle to the mandible. Hello? Know,
though: true you are respected, neglected
perhaps, but really, have you seen lately
how this white lady tramples on corpses?