Monday, September 24, 2007

The Thief of Big Dad

i am good
when i am very bad
i am miserable
when someone makes me sad
i am horrid
when someone uses me
as her menstrual pad
i get choked
blood clotted
turbanned
like the thief of big dad
me a pictorial monad
soliloquy ranting
cybernetic nomad
poems once written
on her journal like
heart of a formatted
note pad
fiddler on the roof
her indian comrade
xris buzznets
branded new dad
underoos no underoos
emotions unclad
a baby photographer
i pot no1
a taylored launch pad
me mistaken identity
almost going mad
two in one .
split personality
poet photo grave digger
egad
an auntie
cry baby
that suckled
my gonad
barangelina
angelina
pitted against brad
man is gentle monster
also a king cad

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