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Inkflow In Memory of Erica Jong flowing sinuous lines weaving past fabrics of meanings as nylon th reads are stripped and polyester voices ruffle th rough crowded subways where teenagers chew bubble gum then blissfully unzip layer after layer you un dressed expectations and st rove to make texts nacreous naked, natural, and nugatory yes! I am wet for revolution and manifestos pro claiming poetry & politics make great cocktails if skill fully mixed
. . . gerp |
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| Ella: | Jong's writing is natural and flowing, but this poem is but a stale fart. |
| Shu: | Not sure I agree, yawh foolish bloke! |
| Jack: | Let's give each other some breathing space . . . all literature is but a mote. |
