Lawd today! Mr. Ramcat just had a radical fit and fell into a post-black hole and wrote what he calls a transportation poem:
M*A*R*T*A
Moving Africans rapidly through Atlanta
Africans moving Atlanta rapidly through
Rapidly Atlanta moving through Africans
Through Africa Africans moving rapidly
Atlanta through Africans rapidly moving
Jeremiah Ramcat
January 14, 2012
10:37 p.m.
If you are able to figure out what he is up to, please let me know.
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Saturday, January 14, 2012
Friday, September 9, 2011
Mr. Ramcat's Afternoon Meditation
His face, transparent
as grief, is a sign:
life is hard. So too, the result
of youthful indiscretions.
Mrs. Lot favored him, flavored him,
turned him into the salt of the earth.
Commandments dissolve
in the sweat of a witness.
Jeremiah Ramcat,
August 9, 2011
as grief, is a sign:
life is hard. So too, the result
of youthful indiscretions.
Mrs. Lot favored him, flavored him,
turned him into the salt of the earth.
Commandments dissolve
in the sweat of a witness.
Jeremiah Ramcat,
August 9, 2011
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