Category Archives: poem

good clean hankerings

The pilot caged in lunacy nervously nibbles a doughnut and asks where is the stewardess though not really wanting to know if the rumor that nags is true, swearing that when the pills wear off apologies for turbulence shall be … Continue reading

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maybe playing with seasons will fix this frazzled fuse

Dear birds, your presence has been a colorful, harmonious pleasure. Sorry some of your kin became cat toys. If it helps, we both envy your freedom. We cannot flutter towards the heavens or make whoopee a hundred times per day. … Continue reading

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talk about frazzled fuses

it has come to the point that fantasy solutions cannot advance victory and as is brutally clear, munitions have dwindled to a few firecrackers; oh yes there is that big box of bugles but since the bugle instructor has quit … Continue reading

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becoming zombie

the clouds bursting birds that sing every color known to occultic seem these days mythical. It isn’t as though the plains were born sans a hint of sin. Surely suggestions run reckless against streams light glistens. Oh but they’ve yet … Continue reading

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another escapist creation

Close your eyes and welcome the festival that never concludes but now and then rests as the colors and the musical feel sense and dance best when evenings are cool letting cubes clink in glasses, kissing you. Tasty treats emit … Continue reading

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words written from sheer desperation

vowels in flower caressing silence openly muse on if this night they will get to slip on iris dresses and shine though they will settle for the usual story starring a dewy peony as it was written in the advert … Continue reading

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what I’m up against

Readers, your humble Poet resides in a zone under constant bombardment by belligerent bad mood spirits who possess all sorts of weapons meant to prevent sweet languor in abstract sprawl – it’s like they bred abrasives to specifically cripple word … Continue reading

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