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09-08-2016 12:23 AM |
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Originally Posted by Eŋg
(Post 602018)
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I've been reading him for 15 years. He's pretty much always written like that, to some degree.
This is from 2002:
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Sip time out of bottled role models, watchful lips’ll bathe,
Crafting hourglass sand castles, and watch‘em drift away,
On a whim of waves, no tidings, riding on the foam float,
My broken homecoming, crystalline adobe’s stone throw,
Twice homicidal, fowl play cliché, cross their own road,
A fork's in it, we meet deep, to feel the bones poked,
Whoa!… settle the stallions round mountainous sunspots,
Plow the forest for my porous Trojan horses in one chop,
Can’t hack it, but I’ll tell the tale with a lumberjack twist,
Clash with, titan cymbals, tremble till the thunderclaps rip,
Easy as a freethrow, Atlas, snap wrist, skydive Icarus backflip,
Saunter pass go, collecting shadows in a licorice black twist,
That’s a peter panoramic view for the few who never knew this,
Luck of St. Patrick, marching in madness, underdog, new tricks,
Can’t teach this, breathe then apply, rubbing the bare skin,
Damn speechless when it seeps in... now that’s cimmerian.
http://www.urbanprowlers.net/vb/showthread.php?t=438
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All of his pieces were 12 or 16 or no more than 24 lines, with tight rhyming and unique phraseology.
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