Wednesday, June 29, 2005


3.1

who am I?
is it a bird?
is it a plane?
peter pan?

No…Not droppage also
She operates on different turf

My name is peter p pen
My middle name
It’s a brand I cannot be reveal

Of opaque Perspex
are the eyes made

The vision
That of the eagle’s
To see the tiny specs
At such great height

From vertigo
is my indisposition
consensusly diagnosed

The cure
Reaching greater heights
The higher fear
Driving out the lower fear
Until no fear is left

Provided the web juice
Is sufficiently stored
For further secretion
I have to soar
Until the last sticky drop

What happens after that?

I glide
I shall be cured

Now where is
The auxiliary tank

Left boot?

Say loh way
Say it in cantonese
Forgot to top up
When the discount was 26%

Holy anorexia nervosa
the mouth's trapped

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