Saturday, March 19, 2011

Hedge




Information all torn out!
Coming from, straightened shout!
Help you cry?
Silent Verse?
Hearing that which does not nurse?


Deep inside your little self?
Hiding? Begging for your tell?
Graceful rise in all that shall,
celebrate your liberty bell.


Gore Man don't: Stop this now!
Grace, note please, crackle, "Tau"!
Taunt this verse? Cross of Dau.
Make your mark, bend your bow.


Heavy words,
of this I pledge.
It's alright, and, it's just might:
a big fat wedge, it's in tight,
in your hedge, or, is it "Wed".
To you're dead, I'm not read.

Bet! Cha.!


K.A.P.
5/19/2009

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