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Refuse

I refuse to write a poem today Honestly, I’m all poemed out My muse, scared and bruised cowers behind a wet wooden apple barrel in the garden of verse she has been holed up there all day lobbing handfuls of … Continue reading

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Sonnet 130.5.2 update 1.2 (Bugfix Apr 27, 2019)

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun Although in form they each present a sphere one is fleshy the other gaseous nuclear fusion boiling away in space a million miles from here And if you seem as yet confused … Continue reading

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Three Indeed

Interview all the time looking for your lie, the fine spun woven tongue the poisoned gun the run the authenticity of sued on, research the fast pace with rain as evidence and call again for the authenticity of people and … Continue reading

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Um, like, a poem

So did I ever tell you, um Its kind of hard for me to say, but I mean, I still think about you sometimes, well Not often, like I mean not all the time or anything, its just Its been … Continue reading

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Al made it up (an Abecedarian)

Al made it up, originally He told it to Barry, just to be silly Cait overheard, that made it a trinity ’til she told Dane, who took it quite literally Elsie was next, and listening acidly said “I’m telling Fiona”, … Continue reading

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Haunted by the ghosts that still live

My phone directory is long with many names of people I don’t even know But among them The family I do know A touch away yet mourned already And haunting my empty room as I sit here alone Staring at … Continue reading

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Mama Spider

Floating free beneath leaves in my inverted world curled in silk serene await a wandering moth make my meal it’s sticky grave … Soft dune my warm bed eyes like beads of cool water jeweled upon hot sand draw the … Continue reading

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