Was the upturn
Now the upkeep
Holding her back from forthing
Why Jen won't die
Is simple in theory
All the crows ask
And know the know
Deep inside their chocolate spectrum
A fazing and aging
Adding words where things think they know
To know is so bony, human
One of the ways
Jen won't die
Taken out of complex
In smooth black limousine
We say, "Lincoln"
and "stretch"
and you know what we mean
Another fabric for Jen not to wear
In an open grotto
A blaspheme turine
There are chevrons and cantilevers
And all along
Jen won't blow
Dinah won't know
A blanket on the sand will characterize
We pail in comparison
Some Ed Heck composite
(why Jen won't die)
In cartoon colors
But sanitarily
Slip away
in flecks of amber legs
and mosquito eggs
There are tiles and blotches
To round the edges
Flavor the eyes
With waxy marbled golf surface
An ancient crusty
slavey cinnamon
Jen will die
when we let her
And blue is the new blue
Some lost recipe
To recoup the danger
Scare out the oils
Push forth the pork
So we can all get back to what's good:
A morning opinion
A sensible adventure
A Jen that won't die
(every time we turn around)
--
1/9/09
United flt. 6229 serving DFW to LAX
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