Why do I have to contort?To get your attention.You’d pass me by if I didn’t.Does that make me a show-off?Or you a dullard? Accept me…
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Macro and micro are so wondrous.How can I not believein a mind instead of a bus.Does the driver have something up his sleeve?Of course he…
Comments closedI just heard about that manicwho blew up a churchand dared God to intervene.Then laughed when he was mowed downby an atheist on his way…
Comments closedThe fake is the heart of sports.Legs and arms go one way then the other.In boxing jab and hook.Watch out for perfect timing.Counter with an…
Comments closedNo room for understandingthis, that or will be.Explaining sense demanding.Pulling a cup out of the tea. It can’t be done on orders.Democracy’s too broad.Any old…
Comments closedSomewhere over the oceancaterpillars explode into butterflies.The meek shall inherit a mortgage.And you, my dear, shut up! If I were to hold you in such…
Comments closedWho is to judge?I’ll let you decide.Imagine you’re a smudgeAnd I’m a cleansing tide. Where are we now?Neither one the plan.Informed by the Dao.Or dada…
Comments closedDouble the word and you change meaning.Coo is a lovely sound from a bird.Coocoo the voice of some screamingto be heard above that mad word.…
Comments closedJust relax when a new thought descends.Most unlikely it’s part of the sky.Though ancients felt when a limb brokePan included more than the habitat.Still the…
Comments closedPapers papers all over the place.Newspapers to clue me in.Scraps for future poems.Rolls to clean myself.If only I could change themback into trees! But we’re…
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