The Lady & the &A Poem by Rosalind Gale
Ampersand lover, oh these demonic sentences made of satanic letters,
Let me out, let me in. Continents of Igloops. Consonants. Shoop, shoop. Oh pour your heart out, baby. See! Hear! Die bounty! You are going to ride over me, roll me over, ssh. Let us play Monopoly, let us play Bill Hicks records. No, non, nein, nah. Blame & Monstrous blame - The secured & the unstable, the risk of the alpha-limbs. Tar in me, out of me, inside my eyes, my nose is crystal-tipped, My dreams are of glass torpedoed Quakers. Yes, it is true. You heard right. Period. River running through me, a vile, a veil, a stream of something. I am not here for the sheeple, for the children. Shall I travel to Appomattox? Yes. Why? What? Crushed my mascara into my life, my life is here. In twenty-six, in exclamation. I met Brer Rabbit & he raped me deep to the vowels - Oh bloody words, bloody wordless!! © 2015 Rosalind GaleReviews
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