Not content with appalling the ghost of Sappho with my crackpoery, I must now make my apologies to Keats. What happens when you combine Keats' verse with "Unfinished Business"? A ballad about pilots that's become a bit more R rated than the original, that's what. This one is dedicated to my lovely f'list for digging lit geekouts -- I love you
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And fear not: I promise to write more poems later ;)
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And that ICON, just for ME?!
oh my God
how to express gratitude
when I can't type
?
ASKFGAGSHJDGAGLGDSDhjkmsjlhkfds...
Ah, when you came back, late, to my cracked-out LJ,
Your arms full, and your perfect icon set, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
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And...
Here is no icon but only crack
Crack and no icons and our fangirl glee
The glee squeeing above among the crackpoems
Which are poems of crack without icons
If there were icons we should stop and squee
Amongst the crack one cannot contain their glee
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Hmm. My new icon is so pretty. It deserves a poem of its own.
So much depends
upon
the red block
lettering
glazed with Adama
tears
beside the white
shirt.
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This Is Just to Say (from Lee to Kara)
I have smoked
the cigars
that were by
your rotgut
and which
you were probably
saving
for triad
Forgive me
they were delicious
so nutty
and so sweet
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OMG, you have to post yours on your journal...they shouldn't be buried in comments...!
(And yes, Williams would be mad at me, huh! I'd better watch out.)
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Hooray!
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