Is it just me, or has spam really become more poetic all of a sudden?
"subjugato," by Rosangela Rubino
(seems to know anything about. The more I discover about it -- the more it)
station twelve in two minutes. We are now in parking orbit.
One minute heavy stakes
into the ground with sledgehammers,
backed by the thud of I had no idea.
What do we want to do? As I said --
it's time for a decision. Do we all
In a moment, I equivocated -- and stopped dead.
For I had suddenly rolling up my face.
Collecting there. Dropping
The double image flickered and became one.
blow, then away again.
(apparently all of the same individual from what I could see as we strict policy of noncommunication. However it was photographed when)
Posted by the wily filipino at December 18, 2006 11:27 PM