one word cordon bleu: index
pay your dues,boy: with this
ring I thee
wet, miserable
squirrelheads
plaguing village
and dell, halving
the wisdom hounds,
intimidating
the fleabag
motels
with downy
twins rummaging
the chop suey
nights of runway
brigades: casual
they may be,
automatic
twizzling
beyond the Nine,
vegematic
sizzling beyond
the Vine.
Labels: pandora's golden heebie jeebies
posted by murat11 at 10:56 PM
5 Comments:
forty nine sizzling, twizzling words from index...I got nada lol. Off to the track - maybe something will shake loose..
Dee: I'm sure it's all in there waiting for you; you mighta scared it off momentarily with dem hammers. :-D
Is this perhaps the poem on "renewing the passport"? I love the hands of the bride and the colors of the index finger.
I also love the images of "flea bag motels with downy twins rummaging the chop suey".
Definitely something from Pandora's box, and it may or may not be "hope."
T: As you're tracking through, you'll see the passport poem is coming.
Teresa: I love the look of henna body art: what a great way to use the body as canvas, but still free it up for future paintings.
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