EXHAUSTION IS A GRIMY FLOWER.
EXHAUSTION IS A GRIMY FLOWER.
BIG, COLD CITYS QUICKLY FIGHT A FAST, GRIMY CORNER.
CORNERS WORK!
WHERE IS THE DARK SIDEWALK?
From the poetry generator at http://thinkzone.wlonk.com/PoemGen/PoemGen.htm
the sensitive man
"Lie!" squawked the sensitive man, the keeper of drowned mans
Last for the pummeling first for the strangling--Now we reflect!
Ever contemtuously, the beak took its toll...
Stars filled his mind--it was if platypuses were shooting his head.
Gliders are larger than african swallows, likewise a mouth is better than nothing.
Like Brett, the drowned man flopped in violent circles--his anguish exposed
How easily did the dream come apart, like a hamhock in one's thumb
Even as he flees, the drowned man turns to see the shallow grave chasing him into the sanctuary
What did the drowned man have in his arm?
Built with the poetry generator at http://www-cs-students.stanford.edu/%7Eesincoff/poetry/jpoetry.html