He embroils a joyful drawing hidden in the dreadful friezes when his love was like pimento and expelled as if declassified by those without aesthetics or adversities or honor in a Polaroid balloon, in a Polaroid baloon
It's not a who, it's like karma, but with an L instead of an M
Ahhh, makes sense in a perverted sort of way. Here's a song about Karla then:
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Les
Koma Koma Koma be my Koma Kameleon
--Boy George
From Mister Roberts (1955):
Capt. Morton: No. You're a smart boy, Roberts. But I know how to take care of smart boys. I hate your guts, you smart college guys! I've been seeing your kind around since I was ten years old... working as a busboy. "Oh busboy, it seems my friend has thrown up on the table. Clean up that mess, boy, will'ya?" And then when I went to sea as a steward... people poking at you with umbrellas. "Oh, boy!", "You, boy!", "Careful with that luggage, boy!" And I took it. I took it for years! But I don't have to take it any more. There's a war on, and I'm captain of this vessel, and now YOU can take it for a change! The worst thing I can do to you... is to keep you right here, Mister, and here is where you're going to stay. Now, GET OUT!
Hey Johnny,
This is the latest bit of lyrical playfulness you've sent us. Hope all is well with you and that acrostic woman you live with.
Sent us a peace of the sky.
amo,
Peter
You last poetry posting, from June 01, 2022 12:30PM.
It seems lots of regulars have been 'on vacation' into reality for the last couple of months.