I'm erasing every poem on the internet, one poem at a time, one antonym at a time.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
The condo, the bush Weapon of the Dwarves! ERASURE ERASERS
a ditch for us
the vastness of a highway.
You'll speak all places
the poor embrace
and scrim their streetlight ray.
http://bartelby.com/104/97.html
9:14 AM
Weapon of the Dwarves! Big Trumpet! Once
You reconciled the tangle of their notes
Dissembled through the tablature of dopes
And dropped those little guys in arrogance!
Did Trump, then, set the perfect ambiance
To repel Ivanka? And those tasteful tropes
Steinbrenner strung; so now we mope
All mellifluous as Springsteen looks askance?
Yes. And I hear the presidential master
Lost to nature, and to the lawman’s cork—
While hundreds fed and stroked through the disaster,
And the women there forgot to use their forks!
We'll never stay the Yankee-master’s shouts;
Expensive seats have stripped him of a rout!
http://www.sonnets.org/elliott.htm#030
9:37 AM
Adama Adversus Tiberius
Spent to all nastiness this year begins in lying.
Will do: build trust by weeping, listen to the trickle.
Prose, in fidelity to yelling, terrible if incorrectly.
Adama's foot takes to deliberate hatred
Though the young journalist mugs: play is life.
http://erasures.wavepoetry.com/erasures.php?poemid=763
Rochester's Heart
Rochester's heart lost my heart not yours--my heart has skipped across both lanes toward your heart, beyond which one swims across either; your heart or mine.
http://erasures.wavepoetry.com/erasures.php?poemid=692
Puddles
Thither them, not them, not this people, the last.
Not the last and more flashlights: none came this morning.
Rescind nights because Rochester never paid in full.
Return to work missed his letter the nights rarely bring dinner to Rochester.
Meanwhile, losing license our airspace.
With them add slippers she forgets the nights.
http://erasures.wavepoetry.com/erasures.php?poemid=655
The Fukuyaman Prophecy
The creep of clerks, serving in essence a thick puree;
circling unhappily, like an interest-rate hike of 30%.
http://erasures.wavepoetry.com/erasures.php?poemid=631
8:36 AM
Greg Purcell | noslander2006@yahoo.com
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