Wednesday, June 02, 2004

Kill the grammer

It is the grammer that choke my throat
and deny me the right to cry
It demands the marriage of words
wants roads to carry meaning
as if roads and marriages are here for ever
I wanted to kill the grammer
and shriek on these pages.
would anyone bother to read
the pure ascending curve of my wail
the pure art of vowels.
slcw

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