Wednesday, July 04, 2001
Porcelain Angels Of The Modern Poet
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I am foreign to the pen
and the brush
Scares me so.
But the velvetine, swift-sweeping
touch of the modern
Type reminds me
Or flowing hillsides like flowing
Prose. Like, like, like
A barefoot boy with beautiful cheeks and thick eyebrows, covering only his
wonderful,
Bright,
Windows to the
Soul.
S*
2001.07.05
I am foreign to the pen
and the brush
Scares me so.
But the velvetine, swift-sweeping
touch of the modern
Type reminds me
Or flowing hillsides like flowing
Prose. Like, like, like
A barefoot boy with beautiful cheeks and thick eyebrows, covering only his
wonderful,
Bright,
Windows to the
Soul.
S*
2001.07.05
