Swift is magnanimousbut tailored to the wind.She squats on her gifts.Her commitments rescind.I don’t mean to be personal.Ninety One when I squat.But snap her garters…
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Let go and be.But how can I utter thatunless I hook upall my sensesand are thrown intothe deep blue seawhere all those Othersknow just how…
Comments closedFake news or real olds. Which is it?From doubles showing up to lies.Counterpunching it with shitleads to flailing from both sides. Play it straight unless…
Comments closedExplanations are unbelievable.Hundreds of thousands encircle to implore.But only one wiggle is conceivable.The rest get kicked out the corps. Imagine that to grow upto be…
Comments closed“Review rearview.” Those words are playing tricks.From thought to thought which is which?Whose hand is in this job?People, Steeple or the Mob: If People they…
Comments closedYou’re late too late. Get on with it.You missed your train of thought!Your joints are creaking to the wind.Don’t tell me you’re lost. Untie those…
Comments closedSomething’s missing. I wish I knew what.Maybe it would cure me. Maybe not.That sun’s out. it’s shining on my butt.But it’s gone and hopeless.What’s left…
Comments closedI will wait impatiently.Not much else to.Zen me to death wholly.I wish I knew. Not necessarily wholeI stumble along.Oops! A manhole!Thank God I am strong!…
Comments closedDon’t take anything for granted.Sit on a stump and pray.Once a tree has been plantedcompare it to a play. Expect the tree to be heeledThe…
Comments closedWill it rain umbrellas?I’ll say so when I shoot you.Does the sky fall tomorrow?Only if I run out of glue.All things can happen in the…
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