Sunday, September 27, 2009

split the muse

Split the muse -- and you'll find her larking --
blunt by blunt in her laughter rolled
scantily dressed for mourning summer --
ears red and, reader, she is cold.

Spill her blood -- you might find it thicker--
slushy, slushy, cherry for you.
Poetic diction! Potable dilettante!
Doh! Raspberry -- rhapsody -- or just that blue?

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