March 31st, 2007

Best spam so far...

Usually I post on my real blog, but this just seems like good emo LJ Poetry.

II. List of Franklin Search Parties
This third day of our January thaw,
Through the back of the picture at the patch of white
Place of absorbing snow, itself to be
Although December's frost killed the winter crop,
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
Bronze the sky, with no
Looms in the air, deliberate and slow,
Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
Wheezing ravens, when
From there. Toward . . .
the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the Babe
into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard
whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
Like some poor wounded wretch—long left for dead
When I am heard, and what I say is solely
Wheezing ravens, when
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow

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