sonnet from philip

               

    Of course poetry is just EBAY having a crashing quarter. Valentine's Day should just pick us right back up. I won't spend my poem til I'm in my right mind. Eros is my favorite psychotic chauffeur. My blog is just the Lucy psychiatry booth. This mercy that you're the question's troubled knockers. I keep thinking, Missoula.You gotta hand it to me in Palookaville. This is the Harmony Korine hour. A vampire knocked its tooth out like forever. I shouldn't have laughed, but I'm evil like that. Oh, it was my tooth! Are you a flute or a flagon of psychosis? I'm a wetback of sorts. I know about you and the river, your floating head singing. Most people don't know swans are murderous. Oh, the stage and its diamond motor tears! I lived there. It isn't exactly a person we have in hand when we ventriloquize Love. Sucks to beam me.