bad scribble

Secretions have been stopped for the plant is dormant.  It has not dried out.
establishment of the upbeat chime
curtains closed for a night of rhyme
estates are summer houses in regal Southern places
risking the waste of unlimited amounts of tokens, a person becomes impractical, far-reaching
no mistake for other coins, interpolated foreign matter for some purpose, an alteration
esteem for pretty women
respect for dirty men
Evelyn goes there to secrete her bodily secretions, gross but medical

Such elation has become pretty, I can feel an emotion, I can ascribe feeling to a word
examples are removed from this meta-meta.  Betas are swirling around in a bowl,
curtailed documents, the poetic legal is not a seagull, I did not think the gray birds
often had such a fine line between the body and the head, white head, black stripe, gray body,
licking the sweat off, those dancers could tell it to you straight like Super Mario
and his princess.  You think it’s about this that this is the key, but there is no this, there is no me.
Rafael and Donatello are different but don’t wear yellow.  It’s silly and stupid but the way we
evolve from birth to age-old centuries, centuries old.

Reviews

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

This is experimental I think and also very small letter type, I must say. So I've copied it and enlarged to read. I've tried to find a red line in it, but the red line is that there is no red line. And that is the most difficult thing to write I guess. I've never tried it but I think you have done a fine job with this poem. :) Rudi