

Sky GilbertYeux GlauquesSky Gilbert
Seated uncomfortably in a swivel chair in Massey
108; the girth of his shoulders filling it from side to side I found him: some old playwright, with glaucous eyes and a fusty office decorated by Buddies posters and a plastic Shakespeare, saying to you I remember when that Sun columnist called us smut mongers
in 93 I asked her if shed ever had sex; funny where wit can lead to. Then sprung; St. Stephens, the decade gone, and then Gentleman praised for its
polysyllabics. More mendaciti


Ministry of LoveIf I were called in To instate a new currencyMinistry of Love
I should make use of love.
Going to the bank
Would entail an arithmetical
Withdrawing of papered affections.
My finance minister would be A rose-coloured child, who instead
Of a suit donned a quiver of arrows.
And bankruptcy itself would Connote nothing more than
An easily amendable state of Romantic desolation.


The Departure of FriendsOne by one they mount the stairs: and at first, you are relieved. But as time passes, andThe Departure of Friends
the last of them saunter
outward, placing their warm
hands on your shoulder
and saying their weary
goodbyes as they go,
you are left with a sense of loneliness - enough to know, as you collect the empty
beer cans and strewn-about
ashes, that no matter how much or
how little you enjoyed their
company, there is always a
sad finality in seeing them go.


A PastoralWith the favelas thorny, in springs midmost And the garbage and flowers in the wayside A young boy will go out, with dandelions Tarrying to the soles of his shoes,A Pastoral
To meet an old poet, From Goiânia.
And he has fallen in love with a girl, Who wears her rags above her ankles. And he has written her a love poem,
Which, in its candour, has ended their affair. And the only advice the old poet has Is that he should be more careful In the words he chooses to
Describe the sky.


"The Fat Guy Poem""I am fat guy""The Fat Guy Poem"
"I want to eat the whole KFC bucket" "I see the delicious chiken" "I am fat guy"
"I feel the greace on the chiken" "I taste the seasoned,fatty goodness" "I am fat guy" "I wish I wasn't fat" "I dream of being thin"
"I am fat guy"


Mulatto StringsThere is a string caught in theMulatto Strings
tree outside my window Wrapping itself at one end; violently Unwrapping at the other.
Perhaps a kite string belonging to
the beauties next door. Mulatto Angels sent to fill holes in the Scenery.
My Mulatto Beauty
Dances miles away. But these kite fliers are here. Wagon in tow, Doll in hand. Revealing azure
beauty in the cream colored strand.
It wraps Twists Shines Flaps in the childsize tempest. Begs to be released. But its struggle
is a part of mine. I w
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I want to hook my panties up to a parachute and fly.
I shall never fail to live my life even when I'm dead.
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i am jill's jack.
they dont even ryme
wuts wrong cant u ryme
ur dum d00d lol
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Don't people realize that greatness is kissing aaaaaaasss? Mediocrity! Yes! Improper usage of exclamation points! Love it!!!!1. Mediocrity as I was saying. Is! The Way tO0 fr33d0rm. No one bothers 2 influence u wen ur medioconquer.
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It ought to be illegal for an artist to marry. If the artist must marry let him find someone more interested in art, or his art, or the artist part of him, than in him. After which let them take tea together three times a week.
every artisan: hagglers;
and to poets: their critics.
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Don't people realize that greatness is kissing aaaaaaasss? Mediocrity! Yes! Improper usage of exclamation points! Love it!!!!1. Mediocrity as I was saying. Is! The Way tO0 fr33d0rm. No one bothers 2 influence u wen ur medioconquer.
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I'm not here to swap comments, just show what I've made. Feel the need to say something? Think: Does he really need to hear it?
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So I was thinking that me n you should hook up sometime and talk about the cool stuff people do.
All your dreams will come true!
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