Thoughts come and goWrite them down or before you knowthey’ll become like leaves in trees:too busy to please. Pictures are worse framing the times.What’s behind…
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O Master of Eyes straighten me out.Remove horizons so I might not stumble.Make all backsides be upfront.No lying at the water’s edge.No head in the…
Comments closedWhen does a rock become a chair?When it loses its legs and rocks.Rocks about with big long feet.There it goes in stride! But it stops…
Comments closedDeeperBroaderRound and RoundWho knows?Are you proposing to tickle my brainor swabbing the deck?Why not become an engineer?Propose the tracks beforesitting in the caboose.Or wedge a…
Comments closedThe hunch comessometimes in a frame.More often in a wordjust beyond reach. Still playing a game.If you can’t figure it outthink some medium doesbetween the…
Comments closedI shat a sunset when she puckered a moo.Why was I so lucky? Lips out of the blue.Flattened on the horizon when I entered booClimaxed…
Comments closedHe’s a new master open to time.catching language by the tailMounting it for auld lang syne.Among old friends fall in line.One noisemaker lapping another.Some knew…
Comments closedBare from the bottom of your soulthe music of the spheres.Speak then touch your toes.The earth grumbles at your feet. Smell the air all over.Be…
Comments closedI want answers. Quick!HickI am just a twerp.BurpShow me the answer!UrpDon’t forget meWeee!I challenge thatSplat!Words becoming soundswoo-wooWoo-woo wooing?Wow!You take it from thereAhYou have just witnessedTerror.
Comments closedTie bow and reign.I mean bow and rain.Words inflate-deflate.No matter date.
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