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Friday, March 28, 2014

Amazing Spider man poetry

This is Hanno.  My email is hraudsepp@aol.com

Note from Batman: Batman honestly believes all cell-phones have a nanotechnological flesh-eating disease inside them, air-transmitable.







My, Hanno Raudsepp's, phone number is 1 - 613 - 394 - 6412


Spider man journal



I feel a bit of a settling stew in my broiling cityscapes..


I spent time as a pickpocket in my slum-phase of existance

growling in grottoes of sick sockets whim by puke-gutters for substistance

I believe in those who delve into life's dirty gutters

to radio from the underworld how mike's know them mutters

I believe in the rite of passage for pickpocket's plumb

so a pockets a sieve in the lite of nassage by rule of docket's thumb

So many consonants so few space to verse

all lost in low quinance low mew grace rue q'verse

made-up words are a pickpocket's pledge

picking the pockets of words and losing them in the sedge

I feel a lot to do with the 'p'rackets of plumbing verse for sin sickle's rising

rye reel afot kudo's tith the s'prockets of crumbing bus for singapore's guising

mary o f guise who did she roon

a french queen of scoundrel's tune

french mary's of wonder imp's calibre

quench 'rary dove blunder-limp's salibre





Peter Parker's journalism
 
 

I got Green Goblin's grunes in the pottle of sin

as pestle and mortar be the sot all 'a din

glider 'a flimmer a whorl of dance

with Wonder-imp's senses all happenstance

a 'reelin in pleasant delirium all askanse of merit

a'steal in sin peasant meritorious drawl 'sa dance of skerrit

a whorl of 'sin easy on the toast in oils

a swirl of grin 'teasy dun the most in easles

Teasy was no ragamuffin for no sins purpose

He believed in heroism Lore go tins surrepticious

the Tin man was leakin' a cryin' for all sins sorrow

the lion felt courage across bridges to leap and jump like Superman astride a building

the signin' in heaves Christopher Reeve's strength in hedges cats lost seekin' dumps like loops in sand a' glide a 'tilding



The Burglar was Uncle Ben





Spider man's journal

 

I am not too much of the man I am

IF this is a riddle it is a seedling of a poem

if I seek no city's roons in spoken lingo grand

by gutter city-folk who rise like moss from the land

I believe in nothing so much as poem a'gross

like spokes in mollasus or jelly in toast

jelly the gel of webbing 'a trembling like courage

vibrations to sense the city's belly of mirage

like the belief in grander sense made fine like wine

is the notion thet we don't feel we don't know sign

languages whole in gesture vast and dexturous

all is known when we join the lingo of lexorous

vibrations like gesture

 
 
 


Spider man's journal


I am clipped to the buses

Is there any man as lost as I am? As much in the sea of antiquity? As much derived of Spider-gods and underworlds?

Is there any city so unfriendly as one crawling with webs?

Gang-webs, elastic webs, rubber-band webs.. all 'a webbin to seek

one's fortune. I am in the ruck of lower-class gentility. Lost in

a gutter for morrow's hope. 'G'rorrrow is my future in spinning,

gang-lingo is my Fortunas Wright. My wheel of fortune.

A lingo-wheel, a firewheel of squire's horror. I am a squire

forevermore. .. me, Peter-Parker, photo-squire. Blame the squire, always.

Youth is blameworthy for gamblin's den.

Gambling with life for raven's crow. For Poe's shadow

is risk for abysse's delight. Spinning across abysses, such

is my ken. Seeking some quantum ambition, from a

gutter's reach. The underworld is my habitat. A choice habitat.

A gambler's dice of choice. Mr. Fortunus Wright- who is he? A

name to bewilder. In wilderness of semantic, he with

with Flying Dutchman is associated in mileau. Words

which chime together I chime by snappy-patter's

obvious contortions. The exotic contortions of Serpentine,

of snake-charmers in boiling steam of smoky dens

of cannibis rising. The horror of'g'rorrow of stomach's

groan in high-flying action. Windswept stomach,

aerodynamics of gastrition. The flying height

of one's gorge.



The Yellow Kid is the Green Goblin.

Gwen Stacey is another Green Goblin.

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