Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Slipshod Sonnet #16

Beat those sentiments with a stick!
Is anybody buying this? Or going
to San Antone? If you see her, say
goodbye. Remember, Road Trip 101:
There was an Italian pistol in the
glove compartment
. Leisure rhymes
with seizure. "Mends and restores
luminosity" (bullshit). Grandeur &
Majesty! Golf Carts of the Gods. The
masters on a wild crash diet, all curves
and big girl shoes versus male enhance-
ment, much mentioned. I swear these
were my dying words: "Let your heart
beat to a religion lacking rhythm."

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