Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Funny Rosanne Arnold
Anonymous
Slowly Rosanne Arnold waits upon the taut sea.
Last for the ripping first for the breaking--Now we distort!
Alas poor Mercury, for I knew him in a well...
Piercing sounds, wails, crys, "Shut Up you profane comedienne!"
Run through the field of joy, past your lover, and embrace a sloth instead
Waves roll past the grave of the unknown bank robber, the body maims
Hope for you is not a morning dove, rather a mourning nimbus
From a height high above, the preacher grasped the rose.
Fetch this bone, like a dog I will grip you in my black teeth.


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