Bertie the Bunyip
28-11-2004, 03:24 AM
theguyonthebike@veryfast.biz (theguyonthebike)
sednews:7071f97e.0411270332.3eb30161@posting.googl e.com:
> "Michael Cook" <michael@NOSPAMnet-kooks.org> wrote in message
> news:<K4Odna30vbz0bjrcRVn-1Q@comcast.com>...
>> "Peter J Ross" <gadfly@NOSPAMmeow.org> wrote in message
>> news:slrncqfn0m.96m.gadfly@nntp.petitmorte.net...
>> > December
>> > --------
>> >
>> > The same invisible greyclad choir
>> > of deaf contralto cats prolongs
>> > your sleeplessness as mine, the same
>> > streetbustle flute-and-bass for hire
>> > twists glamours from your mind, and wrongs
>> > frostwrite our footsteps with my name
>> > as black as yours.
>> >
>> > The intaglio pillars we believed
>> > were tethering-posts for unicorns
>> > are dreamed away by fog; the cold
>> > unspeaking stars walk shoddy-sleeved
>> > and hunched; no watchman moonlight scorns
>> > thiefclouds pocketed May-Day gold
>> > we couldn't spend.
>> >
>> > We lie as hares do, bundled down
>> > to hideflesh flatness while our hearts
>> > grow round and tight to meet the gun
>> > next hunting. Damn this slushfoot town
>> > of netpeek neighbours, tinselmarts
>> > and icebars. Love, revive the Sun
>> > and thaw the sky.
>> >
>> >
>> > PJR (January 2002) :-)
>> > --
>> > alt.usenet.kooks award-winners and FAQ:
>> > http://www.insurgent.org/~kook-faq/
>> >
>> > [To reply by email, remove "NOSPAM".]
>>
>> Damn, where has this one been hiding?
>> It has a familiarity about it,
>> like something I thought I had forgotten.
>
> Yeah, like your purpose in life, stalker. Get a job yet, or is your
> wife and daughter still supporting you?
Wheras noone supports you.
Bertie
sednews:7071f97e.0411270332.3eb30161@posting.googl e.com:
> "Michael Cook" <michael@NOSPAMnet-kooks.org> wrote in message
> news:<K4Odna30vbz0bjrcRVn-1Q@comcast.com>...
>> "Peter J Ross" <gadfly@NOSPAMmeow.org> wrote in message
>> news:slrncqfn0m.96m.gadfly@nntp.petitmorte.net...
>> > December
>> > --------
>> >
>> > The same invisible greyclad choir
>> > of deaf contralto cats prolongs
>> > your sleeplessness as mine, the same
>> > streetbustle flute-and-bass for hire
>> > twists glamours from your mind, and wrongs
>> > frostwrite our footsteps with my name
>> > as black as yours.
>> >
>> > The intaglio pillars we believed
>> > were tethering-posts for unicorns
>> > are dreamed away by fog; the cold
>> > unspeaking stars walk shoddy-sleeved
>> > and hunched; no watchman moonlight scorns
>> > thiefclouds pocketed May-Day gold
>> > we couldn't spend.
>> >
>> > We lie as hares do, bundled down
>> > to hideflesh flatness while our hearts
>> > grow round and tight to meet the gun
>> > next hunting. Damn this slushfoot town
>> > of netpeek neighbours, tinselmarts
>> > and icebars. Love, revive the Sun
>> > and thaw the sky.
>> >
>> >
>> > PJR (January 2002) :-)
>> > --
>> > alt.usenet.kooks award-winners and FAQ:
>> > http://www.insurgent.org/~kook-faq/
>> >
>> > [To reply by email, remove "NOSPAM".]
>>
>> Damn, where has this one been hiding?
>> It has a familiarity about it,
>> like something I thought I had forgotten.
>
> Yeah, like your purpose in life, stalker. Get a job yet, or is your
> wife and daughter still supporting you?
Wheras noone supports you.
Bertie
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