A 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…
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Was 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…
Comments closedHere am I sitting on a ledge.A crane just delivered a sandwich.An extravagant gift. I shouldn’t complain.But somebody forgot the mustard!Take it away. That’s beef…
Comments closedThere’s a constant unfolding of the Big Three:Past, present and future in and out of me.For instance a flower from seed to bloom.Where did it…
Comments closedScan for five minutes.If nothing jumps out you’re dead.Now move along until you’re stuckPace to and fro in your head.Do a flipflop but sail onto…
Comments closedWhy can’t I startle you?I’m wearing garters to the knees.If you snap them I’ll go booand do anything you please. I’ll dance about rather snarky.A…
Comments closedThoughts 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…
Comments closedO 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…
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