half-blown dadaA Poem by Tim Lionfix nothing. normal is better broken. I wanna go full-blown dada, but I’m too brainwashed to ever get that muddy. so my poodle/Cerberus mutt wears a 5-veiled Wang wedding gown and eats 9 bean Martha Stewart soup from the barrel of a 12 gauge S&W shot gun and likes it 50% of the downtime. if I were like anyone; if I liked anyone; if anyone asks, I’m just crazy. that ought to bring on the dial tone. the day is saved like the stale corn-fritters in the aluminum capes at the back of the mildew fridge forest . I’m rebuilding my bridge to the ocean with Twizzlers and conscientious backwash. swashbucklers can live on throat spray for months. does my outcry sound numb?
shut up! and peel my bananas Mr. Foster! © 2011 Tim LionFeatured Review
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Added on June 29, 2011Last Updated on June 29, 2011 AuthorTim LionLake Worth, FLAboutSometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..Writing
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