fever
sticky stain of stamen veins and
rain and bursting dams and fans
of fronds of flipping tipping leaves and
tangled serpent jungle sieves of
vines of twines of twisted trees
that drone alone though proximity
so locks to squeeze the treants close
as lusty trunks can stand to be
or flowers and frogs with ease believe
for fauna songs in spilling throngs
bring the brethren near to hear,
listening out of fear of missing
any hissing of the essence:
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umami-flavored REM
thngs ar alwys disapppearng
not consievng not ahppearng
yet dspite th lck of substnce
it xists thru blck nsistnce
systms swwept wih morfng stanncess
kept n-nept n trnsit trrrances
bypas biasd clrr perrsepshunz
braekng waekng new cunsepshnns
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chronic rhetoric has yet to had happen
was to be what would have been
is what will be what started in?
had if they hadn’t had to do
will what happens reach the youths?
will ever anything we love
can being those was hadn’t held?
when if could haven’t had to see,
would had to be uncertainty?
and would’st has-beens will be fleet
when present, future, past have meet?
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Grav o' the Sitch
za sitch?
'twas downed thrice scores ago
ere we 'gat snafus galore
gon' lased w/ hype our prog,
too wiz at biz o' mores.
s'long we op for pre-reqs & ex-execs
our P.C. flak done rigged to psyche & vex.
'ware them stips! 'til the s.s. con's o'er,
be comp, legit: ya err.
jacked in the sitch now? today,
vege and sim the -res o' words,
say they,
roger on yer mic or else
to kill the i.d. o' the nouns.
they say, hi o' lo, to o' fro, min is max 'cept in the show
where still the amp's to stim
our A.C wired jinn.
One day, we must come forth
and galvanize these stillbirth stones
that once we proudly spoke w/,
regen our ki, our destiny.
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seminal thoughts
line by line for blow for blow
up of down or Tyler Moore
back to back with heart to heart
hand to hand when eye for eye
head to head to wax or wane
all this at the window pane
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dotted line
single dot green
weeping in the middle
it peeks to
the
left and right
at
friends too far
to call to
and
starts to weep,
again
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argument
We must keep the king in control
lest more power he be wanting,
and seeks with a desire for
a heavenly mandate that wanes.
And the uber menschen!
Those menial things to be executed
are what keeps the empire
in rank order.
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Peripheral Vision
itty bitty sneaky lazy
tricky icky weedy hazy
something slinky to this manor
slippery something gone again
wanting wispy things so weepy
never gripping something really
rustle bustle tippy-toe across the grinning floor
something skipping off the eye something there is there no more.
no more.
stop, slow, cautious: peeking.
calm to a slur; inhale.
reassured it is gone.
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