From a very deep place
voodootoo
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They write so much
Keys drip with blood
Tapping, tapping
A rhyme here, cliché there
Or maybe everywhere
Vaguely familiar verse cloaked
In the pretense of a thousand weary
Anybodies who long ago abandoned
The cause. That righteous cause
Press on tortured souls
Join fire, black, sun and
Applaud the masterpiece that whets
My delicious chuckle
Keys drip with blood
Tapping, tapping
A rhyme here, cliché there
Or maybe everywhere
Vaguely familiar verse cloaked
In the pretense of a thousand weary
Anybodies who long ago abandoned
The cause. That righteous cause
Press on tortured souls
Join fire, black, sun and
Applaud the masterpiece that whets
My delicious chuckle
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he let off wind that sent a trolley fast
skittling the docs on orbital
rounds about the wards. That parp will last
when excavated Hissarlik caves in
and we stop pretending it was Troy.
Why? Because it sounded verse within
the blanket of a sick man's still. Ahoy!,
see the rhyme as chiming air, the round
cliche as vital airward gold
winging spirit wishes on a sound
and wind to warm night nurses in the cold,
and now the toot of verse in rhyme's not grief-
lorn. Enjoy its thrapple as relief!