Poetry and prose from a Beatnik born in the wrong era
Monday, April 16, 2007
Here Is My Grave
here is my grave overgrown inscription worn off they shall not speak my name again nor remember my deeds i walked among them dead before i was gone my only legacy in repose forgotten
J.R.R. Tolkien claimed the most beautiful combination of words in the English language to be "cellar door" but I believe them to be "electric peanut". Roll them off your tongue and feel the power.
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