From a real spam I got today. I could probably enter it in some free verse contest…
Toward, self his help tell. White run king natural. Ride, such
still help. Written paper, clock. These family, quick. True
before, melody industry bat cost. Million up paint picture laugh
appear. Century he tone call star. Though so this, him. Root
came first cause bird even.
Wow, Man. That's deep. 🙂
March 13, 2005
Some prose and more poetry
Today a friend sent:
The fire was bright, the ashes were thrown up, the locker was ready.
"Allow me, sirs," interposed Stewart the Writer.
I responded with one I received today more free verse… very free… perhaps a little too free…
was us by sodium? gnaw tasteful
hyaline not jim – borderline
bookish, we assignee a on sanicle
with for in penitentiary
Slightly Off KIlter 