Saturday, December 27, 2008

deep river

there once was a city named deep river
named by a bishop dealing with diddlers
sits along seven hills
littered empty mills
blogs are pages of hate
streets narrow one ways
run by soprano light
paper: her old news
radio like flying shoes
here the poets will play
writing diddies of escapades
radiofree is me?
relieved of pomposity
oh if only it could be
understand my meninos
the spindle's web is a dynasty.

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