Wed 21:23 2014- GMMDFLNKGT
That was the big black art. How I transmogrified it, through
a simple fear-to-love-conversion algorithm, which innit self is a thing, wax a simple
yet tricky tale. Thank you, finally (he said with ‘ British Reservism), for the
flux. The flow the innit ugetme youknow?
how can someone so dark shune the light so bright?
its Morrissey to catastrophe from Burrows to anastrophe,
with will el tell to translucient smell, or somesuchother…
Another chapter-page of Phil the Page, in fontsize 12, old
beats be well acknowledged of the fact that it is simply harder to Phil the
Page in years gone now than ever it did seem somehow if the wrythm of the
writing is in the spaces in between / then the incision of the lighting shall make swell the circumvened.
And that my friends is in my mind a fact.
At least the single sentence paragraph
and poetic trick do spare the yards
of half rhymes quick
and enjammbed facades
and shorten all that was the rage
in Beatnik style to Phil the Page.
I Mean what I know
Do you know what I mean
Of Meat-train films
and Mean Machines
So grab the Balls of Destiny
But fly within your range
And never less than feeling bless
The Necessity of Change
(and hear it was saideth
and hopefully readeth
for ‘hopelessly’ said If
and regan the refrain
Did ‘e mean it
or did She deem it
I’ll tell you who ‘She’ aint:
the Cats Aunt, mate...
The Cat’s Aunt?
Poetic devise did reduce my strife
for Phil the Page had line and measure
And for this blast
of breaded giraffes
of breaded giraffes
I will always be Entreasured.
Kingsley Muddaflunking Beat.
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