Tuesday, October 21, 2008

50PCHXPD50


50PCHXPD50


Fifty
Poems of Charlax Poet Dickinson Fifty


Emily
was wise penny foolish rich in thoughts and poems added up she kept
them in her coffee cup not letting any out to grounds to walk around
to let the gentile reader see the history must be confused she only
wrote just twenty two the rest were edited and fashioned by the
inlaws to make money on the remains of the poems of poor Emily. Eye
almost called her (Email)ly. Be glad that eye evolved in poetry. It
does not say she ever hit her head but people did it does not say
that she was over religious or simple in the way that people have to
mean the mental. It simply states in History she wore a lot of White
clothing and slept in a day bed avoiding. Most if her correspondence
was just letters back and forth to lover. OH please of course he was
there somewhere. There had to be a man to make her dimple and to
frow. She must have had an android creature like the Charlax on the
morrow sending her his promises in the hope to ease her sicknesses.
She must have hit her head to write so clear for only abuse can open
up the firmest perch for words. Perhaps poor Emily had a favorite
tree she swung up to high to see and fell headlong in the brambles
bushes hedged along the pathway and told no one but began to write
most notably with a foresight of the hurt and vengeful taker added to
her snail mail lover no one seems to care or talk about but just
because the History is bare of fact does not mean he wasn’t
there. It may seem sad to you to reminince like this a poet gone
while this one comes to understand her lot in History a poor
accidental prone abused brain set free too roam the rhyme the reason
being love and gravity. For when she picked herself up from the
bramble bushes the thorns were all white and clashed with her
britches and so she decided right there and then to always wear white
to never wear skirts of the night in her favorite place to climb to
high but white slacks and smart shirts all white. To correspond with
her Charles. To write. To write simply poetry in the White uniform of
her night for her lover and LORD and mye poorer Emily.



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