Spam Poetry

[jesso]

I just got the best spam ever. Someone wrote me a poem!

Scrawny wolves, and you,
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
In the woods, close by,
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
Are muffled into silence that refuses
From there. Toward . . .
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
Sought to contrive, intending to express
III. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the Vikings
A kind of snow, which hesitates
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
So, startled, quivering,
Life, or only joy, that stands out
I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along
Pierced by the mist that fades away,
Its consciousness of my white consciousness,
Are muffled into silence that refuses
Want anything said at all, which I still doubt)

Best. Poem. EVAR.


(It kind of reads like a Joy Electric song from The White Songbook.)

Comments

[tomnoir.livejournal.com]

It does sound like that, now that you mention it!

[harpoholic.livejournal.com]

Man, that's deep. I think I'll check in the library for any poetry books by Pr0n4uz.

[kandigurl.livejournal.com]

"A kind of snow, which hesitates
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MAN.

[fluffy-cloud.livejournal.com]

I wonder what I'm missing out on by deleting my spam unread?