Thursday, March 24, 2011

Deviant Still Lifes

Lemon or lime or peach or mango and
lime-green gold or lemon-tinged tango or
old purloined pears, part premium part prune
and a grape-hearted goon and or rasin-brained loon,
but not withstanding, withered perjury performed with
and or (but not but) brilliant backstabbing stature
serving slain sumptuous wit, without maturity
and but tits, filed in forms, formed invections
vetting lawyers learning needless lauded needles
pricking pits, tarry tears and ageless ambers--
dino-fruit concocted stew, serving frequent frivolous
fictions formulated for the 'fore, but before and not aft,
and you all soon should be wondering
where does one get off this raft?

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