sonnet from philip

               

"oh won't you do me the favor, man..."

great peace recollected in tragedy, you my belly love

Oh Pong Lawnmower, you awful Internet.

Oh, the hopes of Persephone's chauffeur

are too funny. Style, will you please get your sleep?

The ugly reminds of the hounds are always there.

How come your Underworld is so tropical?

Global warming? O arbitration, my Lord

I would love your hand in Haifa, I think.

Go to them and Sorry. Walk on the dead.

I worry-tasted you. you tased me somehow.

The most just of relationships would be feeding you.

Oh, the puppets live in their counter flesh

can fuck off. You'd better patch out fast now...