stain.
The cosmos is a stain
smudged across a table top
by a loose sleve
and left there to evaporate
by a disinterested coffee drinker.
posted by Jon Lemmon @ 1:13 PM
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Experimental writing, art poetry site, presenting dada, surrealist material, irrational rant, rumour and ridicule ...for oh yea and oh yea/did he gradely speek his speek/and in paraliptics did he spoke his speek/in a way way and roundybouty way/and for all those who could understood his overstanding/which was mandy/upon them did he fall his flood of good/and upon those whom missed his bandwagon/which included the philipsteins/and the christmaslights...
Thursday, September 30, 2010
smudged across a table top
by a loose sleve
and left there to evaporate
by a disinterested coffee drinker.
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dear jon lemon, this is michael carrier your dear DADAfriend, please feel free to email
but any way WHAT COUNTS? after all. the use is made up and the canvas is spread out like butter, upon it a kite pattern and several tacky vacation photos melting in the sun and stained by jelly and jam from jars labeled by hand by a bored lonely grandmother. if she were to lose herself in a book she would fall asleep, her mind as frail as a butterfly that flies against a battering wind that hammers its wings as if they were squashes or cantaloupe under a boulder
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