3/29/10

An Attempt to edit a bad poem into another bad one.

Her moans brightly spread out of the window
and excite the man on the grass


He records them, with shimmering silver
that's sturdier than chemicals.


Nothing else is to happen now. Round
headlights come on. The nation is
hungry. We refuse a mistake.
We mark out a path to logic.
Collectively, here's
a comedic good night.

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