The bell tells and I go onsailing out the window and into a pond.A frog croaks casually by my side.I’ll have her legs for lunch…
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I’m here to promote “maybe”.“Maybe not” is next in line.The first line’s kind of crazy.The second ends the divine. Say you’re stuck in the beginningand…
Comments closedI can’t exactly say when It ever was not.So many had always been there unbelieving.From atom to thought let them be enormouslypresent, insistent and obviously…
Comments closed2DBorders here and there.From them extend lines.Some straight others wiggly.But something is behind.All I know are boundaries.And yet they seem to grow beyond themselvesinto moving giants.Look…
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Comments closedWho was dilly and what’s with dally?Did they come forth to dillydally Sally?That’s what it seems. Just a combination of wordsending up flashing signals to…
Comments closedHave you seen the Smiling Peeper?He comes before the Silent Reaper.He bends a bit. You twist and snap.When he sits you become his lap.Your body…
Comments closedA purple heartPinchedthrough the skin. A traffic of antsIn my armpit. I am dead since tomorrow. Rising from yeast.Eat me.It’s a holiday. Through it all…
Comments closedWas isn’t any more.Won’t know what really is.Historians keep the scorewith a clock without advancing numbers.A stream only adds to the ocean.Outside that has got…
Comments closedWords give me the clue.Punctuation the glue.Gestures the hustle.In my mind muscle.Eyes spotting thought.The shit almost wrought.My nose to proposewhile touching my toes.And kissing the…
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