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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