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Puritans (Free verse) by zodiac

A windy warm summer night like this is no good for prohibition - it unravels the dreams of Christian women (rungs on a rope-ladder, a scarecrow hung in a broom-closet) and pulls them in their formidable night-dresses out into quiet hallways, to kitchens animate with moonlight, stirs their tongues on the cool white skin in the sugar-bowl, long and tenderly as greedy kisses.

Goad 23-Jan-05/11:45 AM
you are an incredibly pretentious little flaming bullshit poseur. You write about things about which you could obviously know nothing, as the haughty spoiled little 17 year-old you are. All your images are needlessly opaque, probably because you create them by pulling magnetic poetry from a hat, and the reason you don't write many things that rhyme is because you have only a very clumsy command of the English Language and because your grandmother took your rhyming dictionary away from you after you wrote that pome about her in the hospital.

P.S. Please send as much more of your flaming bullshit poetry to this address: "GoadToad@hotmail.com" as you possibly can, as soon as possible. I need it. Uh, for a, uh...study. That I'm doing on pretentious child prodigies. Er, that is, poseurs.




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