On the Magnet Board
by Casey Jespon
© 2000

I am sodid beauty
lathery like raw chocolate
from the shadow that lies bitter
over the sweet peachy smell
and screams after two light sausages.
"Avoid a bloody garden, my ugly goddess."
Grow extra languages
to speak oceanically
to wrong moods of soft raddishes
who can only subtract
the death from a fish.
"If I dance under that skirt,
why are boxes tightly spun?"

You know those little magnets each with a word on them and you put them on your fridge and arrange them so they make funny sentences? Well I....

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