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Friday, November 28, 2003

More Oz-fest

Nada kindly passes along her own Oz, published in _V. Imp._ (Faux Press, 2003):

Vanity Imperiled

Two and trunkless legacy OF stone
in vast State desert antiquely
Sunk - a shattered peanut face
whose buttery frown, and wrinkled lip,
and OF cold COMMANDS more sneer.
Its sculptor to jelly undulate OF passion
stamped one thesis survives lifeless
things. The smooth hand mocked them,
and that heart the that; and on the
crunchy pedestal thesis do the words appear:
"My name is Peanut Daisy Man Oz thing OF
things: Look on my works ye Mighty and despair!"
Beside emergency-hung remains.
Round the decay colossal butter OF that wreck,
boundless and cash The jelly OF and
level lone remote sand stretch awayŠ

(with Percy Bysshe Shelley)
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