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10.02.06


A Turn on "Note"

That may be where
my muse now is,
all dressed in black:

the brothel of
. . .
Miss/ Trick Hack.

= = =

The above in essence, came to me late last night.
Because of it, I invite you to choose a color.  I
wonder how many fun endings this open-to-parody
poem might have.


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10.01.06


Note

The poem here
is not one
I wrote today;

I have not written one today.
I think my muse has slipped away,
perhaps to stay.

The poem here
is from a place
far and gone.

That may be where
my muse now is,
all dressed in white:

the castle of the
. . .
mystic knight.


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09.30.06


Five Lines from G'ville

September endeth.
Where dost thou wendeth,
And why so pretendeth
When the chill winds portendeth?
Will your beauty/ suspend// death?


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09.29.06


Bone Ache

Do not expect too much from me.
I cannot deliver.

The trail through the woods behind this place
has been glossed over.

Say what you will.        
I am too far beyond.



-
Brian A. J. Salchert