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| ever dumbening | found_poetry | 040215 |
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| KilLogic | lucky. | 040215 |
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| ever dumbening |
Summarize between the raindrops, oops, too late. Skiddit blit t'tat. Summer eyes between the raindrops, no, not in this time, this place. [Sssss. Listenings: midwest concrete, hot sun, warm rain. But not here.] Well-lighted dreamlandscape, with its hazed certainty, begins the one I'm trying now to end. Fingertips itch. Fingertips itch. Mouth and mind betray, months at a time—silly wasting time. Yes, then, thoughts _are_ when they are ripe, but fertile eyes are needed to speed the sugars along. To push. Through. |
041230 |
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| mourninglight |
the earth on a frying pan with its breath etched in chalk..and its words remembered by those who cannot speak and the earth flipped like an overdone pancake.. on a frying pan |
041231 |