Spam Poetry #3

Hey Kids – here’s the latest installment of the spam poetry collection. Part Tres: 

Flying in the Arctic
Choosing to walk out of it they’d have to pass
The end of the painted road. So close…
But on the far side of distance there could be dismal, endless pain.
 
It’s like snowing, it’s returning to a town
You No Longer Know. It’s flying in the Arctic.
And up there I cannot tell if it is still.
 
Covering the Land –
That this mud draws on the stone
– Covering the Land.
Go. Before it’s too late.
 
They grow hot in the parking lot
And the wide end of the road itself tapering off –
Cuts out of its width like an Arrowhead.
 
Covering the Land –
Not so much of place as of renewed Hope
– Covering the Land.
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the road
 
– Covering the Land –
Seeking only to Contrive. Never intending to express.
 

 
 
And the original Spam message:
 
From: Jamal Farr [mailto:wnelson@puissance-quad.com]
Sent: July 26, 2007 1:53 PM
To: I Held My Breath
Subject: Autodesk Autocad only $129
 
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Close at the end of distance the two Chose
Dismal, endless plain—
It’s snowing, it’s returning to a town
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That this mud draws on the stone.
Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair its too late
grow hot in the parking lot, though they’re
I. Arctic Scenery
And the wide arrowhead the road itself
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
Covering the land—
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
References
Covering the land—
Sought to contrive, intending to express