Gross old sick earth head,
like thousands of artists of the 19th century
I am disappointed, depressed
and vague.
If only my full body afro-wig
would arrive
or halo
to frit
the goopies.
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Absurdist Semiosis, Syntaxis, and Irrony
Will not the fur arrive upon the starseed spat by God? Or words to that effect. Enjoyed the morning's poems - thanks for them.
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