only fuzz... cowboy
love poems with cream
and dominic pork at
sunset backround
all you need, actually:
all kinds of alligators
waffles, berries and
cream preface, bunny
flips sweet enema to
mohamed... women
of mass count... happiness
is a good gun and a good
horse, of course only w/
shitty music and beauty
pageants of exotic boys
to follow in the path
of their brief antibiotic
blossoming - tell me
is castro really dead?
and when is this night-
mare going to end?
~~~
I just realized that these poems made up as a collage from Google search strings that have brought somebody to my blog are actually escalating (or confining) certain limited themes because the words in the poems cause same kind of searches end up here again and again - so I don't have to use artificial restrictions to get the unifying effect: it could even be an basic idea for a consistent collection of these kind of poems... and it's all actually up to you, who come here via Google.
Showing posts with label Google. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Google. Show all posts
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
pomes about cute cowboy stuff (headword love poem)
google madam,
i will miss you -
your google ears
life is a vulture
circeling
about sexy dove
15 february was
my lucky day
vicar cowboy
interpreting
okudzhava's
poems (sort of)
but google, this
break-up is like
garbage sandwich
dirty mother
for generation
of spam sons
freaky poems
and yalta maps
for free
i will miss you -
your google ears
life is a vulture
circeling
about sexy dove
15 february was
my lucky day
vicar cowboy
interpreting
okudzhava's
poems (sort of)
but google, this
break-up is like
garbage sandwich
dirty mother
for generation
of spam sons
freaky poems
and yalta maps
for free
Labels:
Collage,
Culture,
Google,
Headword poems
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