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Contemporaneous Blues

Contemporaneous blues appearing in purple and black and white and chameleon more tones than can be counted flowing from the triotic rootless azure fountain it speaks and sings and who knows what gets concluded. Can’t seem to lose these contemporaneous … Continue reading

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Betta

I forget what I bought so I bought it again and again I guess I bought it until it filled up my existence. I kept my eye on phone and clock the two conspired behind my back to rob me … Continue reading

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All Odds of Survival

  For how long have we been doing this trapeze and unicycle dance blindfolded this death-defying tongue-twister with no net since poems were first uttered and fine pottery fired the eye. Sensed like magnetism in the mountain crossing all contours … Continue reading

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Hard to the Point Of

She looks unique and I feel strange we are coming to terms with accomodating to the image selectively fashioned out of raw accounting in a crash of translation from idiolect into pardon-my-french. May I indulge in a rather aquiline hysteria … Continue reading

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Out Of Poetry

All beginnings began in dreaming before the forager was the bard the first farmer planted golden seeds and fashioned leisure from hard labor distributing luxury in good deeds inventing immortality on paper then consuming it like food. Because the page … Continue reading

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Becoming a Pest

Quality out of flimsy nation of automobiles in a state of cool frenzy over the city down the bridge bugs on the windshield under age. Eighties nineties then again decades keep coming back conversation like a stun gun pushing the … Continue reading

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No Sweet Drinks

Never was a dancer but waltzed across the ballroom of the false disco ball of sparkling culture above illuminating our palsied steps right left and twisting looking light but floor-bound. I find myself stepping back from the dreaded end of … Continue reading

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