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The Parsing Pome (Free verse) by Goad
...dedicated to damien, userid 123302
Wield immediacy
(you are supposed to)
DON'T PARSE LIKE THAT!
(or like that)
Put on a jazz record first,
and a house coat,
and hold your cock in your hand!
or your cunt! and let your
mouth hang open, because the
world is, too, and black trees--
WHERE ARE YOUR PARSING SHOES!?
have you found them yet?
DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!?
No, of course not,
and you won't either, because you are sitting--
why don't you go outside
and wear a strange coat
in the middle of summer
that looks like it came from
some odd ancient country
where they KNOW something,
and THEN maybe you can parse right.
Stay up all night
holding on to the darkness for dear life,
or let go and drop into a glass of ice water--
MAYBE YOU NEED SOME BETTER GLASSES!
to see from, try some jagged lines
in your penmanship. I have a nice
computerforyouwannaseeit, its
crazy. Try to type here for a while
to see if you can figure it out. OR
try parsing on drugs, that might
work for you but so un-new. Groovy doll,
I love your bits--we have
seen the senile,
been the benign,
and been.
SO, grasshopper, one more try?
Try parsing on the sub-train
on the way to work under an armpit
in the smell of pheromones.
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