till stories are telling no more with your cramping ink-dipped stingers leaving blood swash over every door; weaving traffic patterns of chaos - no time for bereaving bodies on the floor piling up swelling in Poetry's wake
For Christ's sake
Flank left, flank right! Take them out! It's now or never
I rappled and grappled with Johnny Blaze We did it hit it hard in so many ways - naked slathered in cocoa butter; sloshing in a vat of milk straight from a cow's udder; in a potato chip bag down to the very last spudder; on a gay cruise without a rudder across the Pacific; his hold on me was prolific Did I mention we were naked? I'm not sure THIS could get any more specific
the eenie meanie Queenie does her damndest to control everything that is and was said within each hivey hole; knickers twisted, her demand: a lockdown on freedom, and <--- ( hive shaped poem ) dismisses opinion she disses completely misses Poetry's power point presentation favoring Drama infestation!
regarding scenic London and acreage in France among other things were made manifest when at the vending machine bending over for bottled water hiked was the hem of her Fruedian slip as she said Let's just dispense with today's briefings