Beyond the Barrens
By Sepulcrawl
Ribald are the notions
that pass between tongue and cheek.
Know, darlings, that
you are beyond my reproach.
I sought further dealings
with your wining and dining
brethren.
Always supposing
that it was a time for utterance
and drear.
When I lie down with my
leaning tree
I am alone, and at once
free from your coax,
to fell the dawn.
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© 2006 Goyim
Published on Monday, December 11, 2006.
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A former member wrote:
lie down with my leaning tree. ... egads, thats a grand soft mirage of an image.. .b.l.inding write
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A former member wrote:
hmmm what is it to fell the dawn--powerful notion it is, I love the spiral of novelty and penetrating cynicism that circles language... as ribald as tongue in cheek as drear as coax... beyond reproach... it fails me now, even, as I contemplate the richnes
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A former member wrote:
richness of this work.... excellent again!
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On Monday, December 11, 2006, elisa
(1616) wrote:
a flippant tongue can be so misunderstood.....nonetheless....my preferred form of language... i love.