Wednesday, May 11

heh. a poem.

In my vain attempt to procure a free SONY PSP I was requested to conjure a poem. Exactly the inspiration I needed, since I could care less how it turned out. So I present to my dear readers 'fudge'.

fudge

early mornin craving
steeped in bourbons dew
gridded against traffics
stewing gait I
nip at, and savior
the grace an glory
o' fudge
rising, shining,
trailblazing. Meanwhile,
petrol burns. Lording ova the
future of fetuses.
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5 comments:

  1. Anonymous5:35 PM

    I am particularly fond of:

    "rising, shining,
    trailblazing. Meanwhile,
    petrol burns."

    I have no idea why–it just tickles my fancy.

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  2. DM7:20 PM

    I'm glad to see you writing again. Very cool.

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  3. A.Ho12:49 AM

    So here I am. Planning on going to bed right after I move some songs to the iPod and I find myself reworking this poem. Here'tis'gain:

    fudge

    early mornin' craving
    steeped in bourbons dew
    gridded 'gainst traffics
    stewing gait I
    nip and savior
    the grace an glory
    o' fudge
    rising, shining,
    trailblazing. Meanwhile,
    petrol burns. Lording ova
    future fetuses

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  4. A.Ho12:53 AM

    of course then I decide to change something back. groovy.

    fudge

    early mornin' craving
    steeped in bourbons dew
    gridded 'gainst traffics
    stewing gait I
    nip and savior
    the grace an glory
    o' fudge
    rising, shining,
    trailblazing. Meanwhile,
    petrol burns. Lording ova the
    future of fetuses

    or maybe

    fudge

    early mornin' craving
    steeped in bourbons dew
    gridded 'gainst traffics
    stewing gait I
    nip and savior
    the grace an glory
    o' fudge
    rising, shining,
    trailblazing. Meanwhile,
    petrol burns. Lording ova the
    fudgure of fetuses

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  5. The Primordial Stewardess10:09 PM

    I'm always a sucker for plays on words.

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