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Poem: Written on a Pastel Colored Electric Typewriter in an Old Haunted Haunt
July 21, 2007 Matthew Reiland and William Comparetto
The stir over wokey flames and breath longs
New style pesto - thai bricks -
Some of the flourettes made it - the rest - shucked - fuckem
I called him - he pretended we were martian - not from the same
“Buying jugs,” he spewed - he not finding fault - he before cocks crow
We havent been out much - we gots new cans - coconut milk - said makes sauc
The the huskers and the nibs in the yard - said didnt want more ends
Ending up forgotten in remembered landfill - said not today
New dogs on the porch - new strummers on six stringers - old porch
Said craftsmen made that old porch - tile diamond hex shaped inlay
Who’s XXXXX got time? these days anyway - no one has time to shuck -
To pinch off nibs - to have a few laughs - some coffee - said wanted
Green tea today- not too many smokers on the porch these days - who’s
Got time?
Saucey comes out milky - said it’s vegetarian - said it’s good fer ya
He went out to get his axe or a his typewriter or guitar - he said back
Real soon. You can hang fer a while? Said just keep writing - said hey
Said there”s a spirit neath the floorboards.
Said the plants must be watered.
Said the times must be monitored.
They set like suns.