Monthly Archives: February 2013

solo polka dot

what’s in your brew oh why would you dance the polka alone like a tealess scone last night so popular now singularly jocular solo polka dot just a pregnant jot without a single tittle your edge begun to whittle hanging … Continue reading

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lapping luna

bouncing off rooftops great glee never stops dancing on the lawn taunting wanton dawn on the other shore glowing girl next door come out and frolic transit somatic he is always home though he seems to roam through celestial foam … Continue reading

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violin vine

now i’ve a fiddle in my head playing an old engrained score indexed pulled back from crufty lore by a single word i’ve read once hauled up from the abyss polished into glowing gems tattered fabric sewn up at the … Continue reading

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dryadic dreams

black fingers rise above the grey not those of pentaphalangeal pointed persons of the quadradecimal kind but those of the polyphalangic purveyors of great green magic out of this barren mist i pray before this trepidatious condition worsens if only … Continue reading

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holographic heart

this dear percussive heart inside my chest is not symmetric leafy cordata nor feisty medulla oblongata this heart itself holographic is an irregular asymmetric forest whose tributaries feed estuaries tireless servant i pray you do not rest you are gateway … Continue reading

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gold dust on the wind

forgiveness is like gold dust carried on the lenten wind if you do befriend on trust is it something you would rescind if there is anything to give up it is this clinging to past pain not asking to kiss … Continue reading

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phat tuesday

phat and phrosty glassified memos written on the windshield reflected in their sheen chill shrubhoppers preen tuesday just got phatter ain’t tryin’ to flatter but your chirps and cawing banter pour like an emcee’s voice from a decanter phat and … Continue reading

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