poemranker ::Luekemia Tacosalad by Shardik

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Free verse № 50889

Luekemia Tacosalad

Member since 2003 · Posted 30 May 2003 · Edited 30 May 2003 · 5 comments

__________________________________________: Late nights in Mexico mother fuck you I'm a drunk sereno Never seen me coming, but either did I Gabrielle's trumpet on the fly So break my face like your alarm clock, and then Spin daddy, spin man, spin, you're in love. -@-@_@_@_@-@-@- __________________________________________: Texas heat, tornado, cows flying in Jello your right, I'm wrong, gazuntite could you pack my bong? Look out, I'm up, ufo papercup, it's the dawn of the dead show me to Smurf village Fred, and then hand feed me my highly ordained bag of Luekemia taco salad. Then spin daddy spin man, spin, spin for burning love. -@-@_@_@_@-@-@- __________________________________________: NewYork hiatus I met a sister there that was highly contagious, baby take your drink, over there. I think I see your shrink palming despair, holy moly jesus don't look now it's that gaff Picasso chick gone mad cow Give the bitch my back but she's everywhere, like Johnny Depp's tights with a tear Julian Schnobble's wearing a moomu I'm tongue-ing an olive as if I do too Please break my fucking face like your alarm clock, and then Spin daddy, spin man, spin, you're in love __________________________________________: \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ -@-@_@_@_@-@-@ Footsteps broke glass up my nose up my ass turkey baister cupcakes in Jasmine shade washcloth over a can of glade suicide tonsils humped adnoise Oboises are obesterious quails & boys boys & quails tiny little eggs pass the snails smell the air dare devil stare devil devil stare evil are are evil are you going to at too rat do re me fa so la te S P R I N G Is over there --> spin daddy, spin man, spin you're in love A spinning burning love. -@-@_@_@_@-@-@ \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ -@-@_@_@_@-@-@- burning love.__________________________________________: burning love. -@-@_@_@_@-@-@- \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ -@-@_@_@_@-@-@

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5 comments

[n/a] Jeremi B. Handrinos 30-May-03/12:46 PM Reply
Why don't you do the Phillip seymour story instead Shardik. You seem to have some left handed gusto today, you fucking write it asshole. I'm going to light some vanilla incense and put in a Depeche Mode live CD and make an avacado tuna bagel medium toasted and diced picles in the tuna, touch of garlic and green onion, pour myself a glass of guava juice (fresh) with eight ice cubes. Okay?
[n/a] crwncka1 30-May-03/5:22 PM Reply
1950's this poem reminds me of, i said shake rattle roll, shake rattle roll, shake rattle roll... SccccccccRACH... oops, but the record is now offically broke! GROOVY DEWD!
[9] INTRANSIT 30-May-03/5:51 PM Reply
Open mike with a mellow random Sax backdrop.
[8] richa 31-May-03/3:26 AM Reply
cool, kind of impressionist
[7] capachijim 9-Jun-03/6:25 PM Reply
I don't really understand how the graphics coincide with the overall meaning of the poem, and I think that the language used in the poem takes away from the overal meaning of the poem, but overall good.