[20-Nov-03]
Nice fucking pin.
Get a fancy pen, not feathery paper.
I only advertise
if feeding the scruff,
to even out the need to show.
Overused shoes
should bleat "Me!"
than other clatter,
should shock "Free"
clothes on the street.
No matter,
cursive trills fill your name.
Perform & behave,
leavening words,
embellishing curves.
Why, in violence, shave?
Aloof eyes in vestibules
and compromised styles are gruel,
too thin to set seed upon.
Regurgitations insipidly
bore me, rend light.
No harangue, no grudge;
traversals I'd not snuff
if you're out in the park.
But a parlor is a horror
to see you aiming for a mark.
When the hair recedes,
recount your needs;
you can't be pleased by coinpurse,
and trees can too grow taller in the dark.