Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Punkin

Punkin


SO in the course of events comes the new CharlAX poem. Punkin. A Punkin is a Gourd Grounded on a Vine with seeds inside. A PumPkin is also any Brother to a PumP such as push up pops; see through shirts for boys limited seating in dining halls. Sirens Clamouring for a Kiss bells on shoes Naked on the runaway bells on toes announcing whereabouts in the dark. Sentry posted web remarked. I waz gonna give you a web belt but boy you is still wet behind them ears you is not a REAL man. Butt tailless monkey fleas bite your belly hangs over your belt cinched tighten up your zipper on them blues. Faded fortune lost upon the table gaming in the facade. A Beat Cop An Ex Con. A Boy is abel to build tall leapings for his bicycle was exploding tubes was smashing tires into the grounded vines much like the Watermelons cantelope honey dew punkin mine. You are now Privy to one recitation wihout ending no noticable stopping place a loop where period begins you have just crossed over into the CharlaX ZOne. Punkin.


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