tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11353039065051365212012-02-16T17:08:25.313-08:00Care for a glass of scotch? Perhaps a cigar? It's all made of caviar and aged to perfection. We've rolled out the red carpet and created a space for poetic intricacies that a haiku just can't handle.tolentinoedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784815242131443629noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135303906505136521.post-6640400941485801712008-01-27T18:19:00.000-08:002008-01-27T18:24:28.228-08:00In these moments of prostrate reverie,<br />When the rhythm of my mind throbs in time<br />With these knolling gums, I toss wantonly<br />The Iambs to the wolves, sparing but rhyme<br />And sore on the viewless wings of Codeine.<br />What dreams have come! I, a glittering node<br />Amid a radiant lattice, convene<br />With ancient voices. Sing your tired odes!<br />I scale ziggurats of teeth seeking bright<br />Wisdom, enamelled with the hope of Truth.<br />Oh! Swollen expectation! Vain, just like<br />This senseless, bloody and violent tooth!<br />(It's starting to wear off; it's time for a couplet.<br />I think I'll take this dose and double it).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135303906505136521-664040094148580171?l=tolentinoedfinerthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J. Charlatan Spendrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08474167567506003588noreply@blogger.com0