Friday, April 09, 2004

I was there in PROVIDENCE
which when regarded
could've been
rainy december or
the temperature
of any port in a
storm, tho that wasn't
the regalia
and the aliens were
prime weakly
not the sport
of poets, who have
taken the career
notion into problematics,
natural enough
process, clinging
to a situation
in which one dreams
of a situation, then beguiling
the workload and
pleasantries to
redefine the element of
definition cautioning
as a stone
in the pass way, tired
when the aliens
resort to verbs
when you
see only nouns
a sentence couldn't happen
quickly enough
and doesn't

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