is it still national poetry month?
my friend steve tells me that the amazing poem generator (courtesy of the excellent commander taco) yields this for my site:
dreaming in very thin strips
of the gradients in
a ton of time — paul
to the piecing; the
lawn, and even the front beds, raked about
a folk art style.
every color scheme. every time
— before
i fretfully chopped vegetables for the airport police
that finally did
it, up
with what the background each little trifle
like salmonella slow him down.
of the gradients in
a ton of time — paul
to the piecing; the
lawn, and even the front beds, raked about
a folk art style.
every color scheme. every time
— before
i fretfully chopped vegetables for the airport police
that finally did
it, up
with what the background each little trifle
like salmonella slow him down.
go on, try it!