Author Archives: mrsorenson

About mrsorenson

NOT my president

Pond

My lobes and joints dissent filled with toiling argument what does not blend separates the wankers from the erudite life is not a thing but apportioned between lucidity and distortion. I saw an old family photograph half of them gone, … Continue reading

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again seven

monday morning the beat is on two and four short of sweet tuesday pushes easily rushing before anywhere can be reached septets parading four times a month how to behave takes rule by mood wednesday now who is counting noon … Continue reading

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This Corner

There’s gambling going on but you don’t see it passing by. Boys trying to pull off being both beautiful and bare-fisted – the same figures up, down, and around glassy crisis. An uncle’s anger fell upon this corner like copper … Continue reading

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Unheard and Sweet the Sounds Around Us

  If the sky could speak to the hawk, if the grass talked back to walkers, how lowly could the nobodies voice everybody’s weaknesses? What air do the swallows swallow? How can those fat flies fly? How many are the … Continue reading

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Far Too Long

I put my personal brand on whatever I touch, I see, on what I want. It’s registered, certified and statutory. If I say it is mine it’s mine under the laws of inventory. The man put trademark on the woman … Continue reading

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Me Boy and Moi

Hey son what’s new? I want to hear about you. Are you growing in stature or is your subtlety maturing? Since you started down the path grab-scrabbling down the side of the road to freedom from what never really held … Continue reading

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Smiles and Scowls

[A] Towns groan when they grow cities whine when dying folks without jobs walk up and down streets abandoned by the elites open and shut again big mouths with smiles and scowls. [B] It takes a lot of work to … Continue reading

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