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Category: Poetry

New Times

One and one two.Two and two four.That’s what we’re used to.Nothing more. Too many supply chainsOne thing‘s no more.People with painspinned to the floor. So…

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Our Consolation

When you start a poem twitch earsLike a rhino charge what appears.Don’t think of teachers jumping to their feetIf they ask you to repeat. It’s…

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Pride Goeth

First a ball.A ball on the rollAll over oneOne over all. What was around?Around over underAll the sound.The sound all over. You and I are…

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Original

Make mistakesFakesDown for the countMountWobble to the corner Hot flashesBirthNewBeforeHorrorNowHow All is bornFollow unheard wordsGooseHonkLight on spot FaceSpaceGot I –O-U- AppreciatePart

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Here Hear

Here hearWhat’s up What’s down        Double down Double upSense makes no senseat all

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One Word on Our Tombstone?

How do I countMount.What’s next?Rest.Then what?The sky all over.Not enoughHover.What’s this?Bliss.What’s not?The dot.I’ve seen it all.Fall.What’s that?This and at.Want more!BoreThanks a lotBe notImpossibleColossalKnow not why.Scared?Feared“Hi!”Hi.

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Made Up

Perhaps you file bySlip into a drawerand are never seen again. So much is said.Who listens after bed. As useless as a snore. That person…

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At a Crossing

At a crossing first thing to do.Count the boxcars.And when tiring of thatwonder what’s insideand where they came from.Now the sound. Clickety clack.Where are they…

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