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.........The Poetry Of.
.................................... Halle Linkhauser
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............... little cunt LuLu
.............
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............. the day that little cunt
............. Lulu bit my face
............. everything changed
............. for good
............. right front incisor
............. caught the corner of my left eye
............. slid down
............. and settled on the nostril
............. I thought this is it
............. my face is ground meat
............. I'm fucked
.............
............. nothing tore
............. there was some bruising
............. and eyestrain
............. due to the extreme tooth-in-my-eye
............. convergency
.............
............. that inbred
............. size of a large rodent
............. bark at her own shadow
............. stinky white
............. devil dog
............. started me thinking
.............
............. how many horrible
............. limb-ripping children screaming
............. car wrecks am I hurtling towards
.............
............. how many creepos wanting
............. to slice open my belly
............. and eat my kidneys spleen
............. intestines am I destined to
............. find myself alone with
.............
............. how many times will I find
............. myself backing off the Grand Canyon
............. trying to get a lousy stinking picture
............. cause there's no guarantees
............. no stopping the train
............. what it's got for you
............. it's got
............. we are all walking the razor's edge
............. with the enemy close behind us
............. gaining ground
.............
............. in just a fraction of a second
............. that little bitch had
............. my face in her jaws
............. grinned through tight teeth
............. she did she did
............. and I was finished
.............
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.............. walleyed stella
...............
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.............. that wacky british bitch
.............. has done it again
..............
.............. since her arrival
.............. she has managed
.............. to electrocute herself
.............. three times
..............
.............. the first time while
.............. attempting to change
.............. a halogen track light
.............. above the office desk
..............
.............. knocked her right on her
.............. ass
..............
.............. office remains half lit
.............. something's wrong with the light
.............. she said
.............. we'll just have to do without
..............
.............. second time
.............. a lamp blew up
.............. in her fucking hands
.............. fucking exploded
.............. something's wrong with the lamp
.............. she said
.............. threw it in the garbage
.............. left me to deal
.............. with the acrid smoke
.............. curling
.............. mocking me
.............. while I worked
..............
.............. a rat-like fantasy
..............
.............. finally the christmas tree
.............. got her real good
.............. lights wouldn't cooperate
.............. I thought
.............. third time's a charm but
.............. the bitch walked away
..............
.............. we'll have to get a shod of it
.............. she said
.............. some british phrase
.............. meaning we'll have to throw
.............. the damn tree out
..............
.............. the shocks
.............. nearly drove her
.............. walleyes
.............. to the sides
.............. of her head
..............
.............. unable to focus
.............. on anything
.............. at all
.............. she went home
..............
.............. and I
.............. gleefully
.............. dragged that
.............. christmas shit
.............. to the dumpster
.............. where it belonged
.............. in the first
.............. place
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.............. fall down
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.............. spindly words
.............. sparingly used
.............. pushed up on shaky sticks
..............
.............. small supports
.............. for the shy within
..............
.............. this word here
.............. no there
..............
.............. one wrong move
.............. card house collapses
.............. all fall down
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