Archive for July, 2012


Here
I STAND
Six feet
of Kimberlite NOIR
bin tossed
value unrecognised
SOLEMN

As yet
the ‘market’ is FIXED
choosing “like”
Denatured Natural Aliens
clinging to a ‘DEATH’
reposting mistakes
as wis-dumbs profound

Rockwell knows
my toughness a wave
a creative innovate
washed by OWN hemogloben
the ‘SON’
traded WISDOMS
with my foreparents
at THE TEMPLES
Anwar passed near

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The Pot had called
the Kettle “NOIR”
Calm, the Kettle yawned
“do tell”
For the Pot had gained
a shiny coat
though its path did
waft a fetid smell

Yes, Kettle was quite pitted,
a “handle” barely on
But, great chefs often
chose the wretch
for Kettle’s innards
were well seasoned
the soups such golds
would always fetch

So, Pot gained use
in Savoir ‘FAIRS’
its platter scrolled
as “Fine”
And Kettle smirked
“none’s too good use
when one’s gift
is served to Swine”