Chop chop
said your axe as it cut the art
-eries and ventricles and heart
Of Minocher, a scholar, prince and tart,
Transfigured by your gaze's e'er celestial dart
And left to lonely trot out a fool's part
And then at last to wonder why
Your written idiom does not call to mind
Your sonorous voice, so cruel...to be so kind,
And to slump back and listen to Blondie.
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I LIKE IT
Although the whole 'cut my heart in two with an axe' is, sez Thomas who knows the situation, slightly OTT and more than a little cliché. Perhaps.
I also like your new template thingy.
Spectacular in its ugliness
I might steal it
I hoped that was Funny. Which is my primary or at least secondary aim.
As Brent might have it, I'm an entertainer first, a literary and poetic revolutionary second
Well it's better than my poetry
Which doesn't exist
I need to blog
cheeks.
I'm always touched by your presence dear
'i'm an entertainer first, a literary and poetic revolutionary second'...yes i think you are. I await the day you reverse the roles.
literary and poetic revolutionary failure, sJ
oh, good poem by the way
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