Tag Archives: bad poetry

It Always Starts in a Bar

Boat tail comic book angel(beta) summer into autumn treble castanets and silver under toe pistol plank the walk willow too fallow and too frequent barley bumps and bluster crisp pause through the window blouse, and wash out the anima mundi. … Continue reading

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glister

rushpile and ruffle,[crash in slow around the edges] dunes of a turquoise sky and cloudrise up along the empty curve.orange and yellow ochre wispsremember when we first met lipsand knelt along the barbwire moon?sticky pecan blooms and salty skincicada tymbals … Continue reading

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Electric Sloth

Black eyes see all in flutters feinton a forgone pitch of wind create filters, valleys, myth, and solitude;render to fragments (folly) disjunct, disrupt beyond a wretch and weep.Tread dry crackles and brown sod asorange, red, and yellow-green leavespuddle where the … Continue reading

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rasp

In the dark amongst the trees and fallen leaves, fireflies find their leisure caught in memory, and river stones sleep not far from the flame as fluttering lichen sunder to psychosis, skeletal splinters on wires run rampant big brass and … Continue reading

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narcissist still life with chant

look at me, look at me; did you look at me? did you look at my eyes (look at me)? did you see what I see (look at me)? view a wisdom spark dynamo in my eyes; did you see … Continue reading

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Pirouette

A thick murder on the western fogsoars black eyes and outcast hearts.The hollows approach on noble wingsof sunset and haggard quills. Click, click tongue and stout beak;let’s dance to a scarecrow’s grinand roost in the season of abundance.Mandibles abrade, sharp … Continue reading

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(patterns roam)

dry and dirt to dust in heat. 2-d walk on random streets, turn left or right, reverse or true. (I am not there /it is not me.) cactus lavish in hidden pools. tall grass in wind whips its thorns, dislodges … Continue reading

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