7.13.2003
The poetry returns. July, it's hot, 13th, 2003 It's 6:54 pm and hot. The oscilliscope is beating a rhythm, and I'm writing what I hope will be the first words of the new blog, Or words to that effect. this was to be, nay should be, right on, will be I mean WILL BE, the place for words, worthwhile words for a new century. A dyslexic distopia of fear, founded on a fount of knowledge, And who knew???? Well, now that these words exist in cyberdom, The poetry flows from my lips in absentia.... Words do your talkin.
posted by Michael Nyiri at 7:05 PM
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