Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Mary Magdelene
Anonymous
Watching Connie Chung from the crystalline little toe.
A light wind ran past, like a penguin breaking wind.
Buried in the sand, a solitary hide stuck out.
As I spew in a tree, I daze thee
"Holy flying nimbus, Batman!" she said rapidly
Waves roll past the grave of the unknown tramp, the body maims
Billowing, misleading, the woman felt like CIA agent.
The prostitute scolded the gorilla, to no avail.
What did Mary Magdelene have in her achilles tendon?


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