Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Residentially Gushed

The TV told me the day it happened.

She flumbered up the coast,
sancfloyd up the barriers,
wabashed up the shopping,
and trumbled on—
never not looking up.

And up she looked—
to not see the down,
sloshing in the glooby gush,
and trumbled on—
never not losing vitality.

And at the mount she chocked
As it spakeled her agone, haurch.

That’s when
the TV told me
that among those in the residential gush,
it had happened.

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