Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Poem: Fusionation

Fusion of fun
Fusion of sick
Nation dwelling on Nick.
"Wait for me at the station
But I'm foodless, rationless"

I tie my shadow on my back
And instruct it on how to say
"Hurray". And wade my way through

Disney and Walt
Rousseau or dumb people
Like everyone else. But I find one
A very small one.

Mickey Moose or mouse,
His name got lost can't find it
In the drawer anymore.

The reverberation of all
Bleak-blackened soul
Demands wait.

Cartoon make a COLLAGE
of names starting with q's and a's.

My soul is lost in a silk cloth
That never was.

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