Th Fsty Hurs O Fost Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Th Fsty Hurs O Fost



M litt hos s rapd in sno,
th evgrns r rostd, s
I lve a tay of cak nd brd
t compmnt th misetoe.

A robn chatrs ovrhed,
he ses me plce ths ampl sprd
thn futers dwn to tak hs shr
nd prudly flaunt hs patch of rd.

Wll, yu gt th gst of it.
M takin on the sprit o Artaud
sht o sinin ths pom wit my
nam.

Friday, October 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: archiving
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