Thursday, October 14, 2004

war period sonnet

President Bush I never knew you but
we both have blood on white hands; mine
comes from oestrogen withdrawal
and yours from a lone god who stands
hewn by stinking winds into a clot-
sand castle child's nightmare mess
see! no see! can you site? our red
slots real eyes, not fish gut gill
or quaint drips anonymous
I one pull two wrap three flush four wash
ah! what common runs smells (any)man?
nor am I mer(e)maid but off-marine
hover then in office, creel hygenic
scenic 'our' unmenses'd New World view

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