Thursday, August 05, 2004

 

Have a weird mix of flarf, backwards writing, and haX0r-speak. I'm in sort of a rut lately, trying to force myself to write a poem a day, but I'm not sure that "inspiration" is what I'm getting . . .

T4ng3r33n Tr0uz0rz

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Walk through the city's eternal market,
heel-tap humming mediated by car horn,
garments swinging on the outdoor.

Ain't no thing if you ain't got that
Wiffle-bat hustle and slick bustle bustle
Bright pants catching the data cell eye,
Accouterment of a sidewalk sale

Color wheel spun crazily outwards
Mouse tail spun wide, cursor pointing
a message from beyond the cytoplast:
Click to enter the tangerine trousers.

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