Thursday, February 11, 2010

L Keep Getting Thrush

Say I speak of courage Doña Joaquin driving




(The letter may correspond to any, any name, any Joaquín), womanizing

Degenerate

With an air of fakir, Anda

dragging its skeleton

Through the tender

Madrid. Although

end of the century Andalusian Universal

I mean,

I do not know what's rabbi

When I look in profile.

friend of lost causes

May

From that Paris,

philosophy

Simply

That "live the way until death." Middle

prophet, medium quinqui,

The pedigree is lumpen

A red and a good titi

Le enough to resist.

Pulling handed in their ideas

Everywhere Escort

Bakunin says the flags down

And above the April rain.

The loser is the universe

Although meant to be happy.

And there who says he is sane. Let

I talk about Joaquin.


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