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Joner

Connecticut West

1.
Fay garment, ah!
sheet in the wind,
fa lay, fa lay--old

friends seem indiffren,
love is blonde,
the curdled patty
to which I endless return,

(juices jumming up and
lickiplicking
suckka finer finer boner)

2.
borne wayward on the breeze
west
word
Ho.

2.
(directs in the middle who my sail ocean?)
(I sail the sea on the way who tells?)
(How to sail the seas, do you have me?)

Connecticut West has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Connecticut's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Connecticut's latest works:

an actual question for the very bad poetry staff

Submitted Oct 29th 2010, 15:18

Joner

Submitted Oct 1st 2010, 08:09

He Protesteth

Submitted Oct 1st 2010, 08:02