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Madman
The madman creeps behind the lectern
While the world screws shut its eyes.
No signs about except a wrecked urn—
The madman creeps behind the lectern—
A game! think those who watch the sect churn
Buttered by eight sweetmilk lies.
The madman creeps behind the lectern
While the world screws shut its eyes.
**Written for the "Triolets" forum thread.**
While the world screws shut its eyes.
No signs about except a wrecked urn—
The madman creeps behind the lectern—
A game! think those who watch the sect churn
Buttered by eight sweetmilk lies.
The madman creeps behind the lectern
While the world screws shut its eyes.
**Written for the "Triolets" forum thread.**
Published 16th Aug 2011
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16th Sep 2011 7:00pm
what does this mean?
I like how you throw in touches of emotion though. like buttermilk
I like how you throw in touches of emotion though. like buttermilk
17th Sep 2011 00:43am
Poetry in general means whatever you'd like it to, really. In particular I wrote this one more for flow and feel than for an actual story or point.
