Friday, June 22, 2007

Peace a Venus on the Mound.

Shot and missed by the wife
Unperturbed
Precariously perched on a window sill
Shot by another arrow in the eye
Limping on a leg,
broken wings and cannot fly.
A dove in love
Electrified to internet wires.
To read page cannot be dispayed
To sigh and die.

Or a leopards leap from her heart to the ground.
And an epitaph on his tombstone
Server cannot be found.
Photographerno1.
Unsound.
Death even thy sting
Is not profound.
Prometheus..
In the grave unbound.
Whorling round and round
Peace Pulp Fictioned
A Venus on the Mound.

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