Tag: poem
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Poetry Maybe #21: Perseus and Andromeda
Follow me Perseus and Andromeda He craves her like a plant craves egg shells and coffee grounds She makes him feel unusual when she focuses all of her attention on him and offers to make breakfast He refuses eggs and toast offers to drive ten miles and pay out of his own pocket for donuts. […]
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Poetry Maybe #16: the orchid and the devil
Follow me the orchid and the devil not hystericalnot quietadmire the honesty whiletelling lies aboutthe territory of my heartmuddled with yours we wander in clockwise circleswalking with opposing compassesno one wants to hearthe deafening lightning when we were on the same path with the same compass now we can’t be at the same airportor share […]
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Poetry Maybe. #14
Follow me Does anyone know how to thread a needle? We have never won a blue ribbon award or won the heart of a werewolf. The command of fantasy and reality into a neatly wrapped response. the constellation of the moment is Sagittarius The tarot card reader in the purple tent painted a canvas full […]
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Poetry Maybe #13
Follow me burn your own heart glory was the first offering for the three worlds The new rules for a golden wing said that we can do without the ability to fly into the runway no doubt that you are not the only one. torture was the first of the two major events that occurred […]
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Poetry maybe #9
Follow me Stay Stay but move forward We lost ourselves in the garden of panoramic viewfinders. It takes small measures to hear Shouts of “Bon Voyage” To pollution and aerosol hairspray From 1986 Stick the kids on a train Bound for superficial land and a more popular sky. There is no train for your family. […]
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Poetry Maybe. #7
Follow me Fake Picnic once glamorous whispering sweetie and baby to those possessed every night fueled by wild turkey dressed with a devastating smile and a barricade against misery fretting about the forever alone . . . alone . getting ready for a picnic that never comes to be for two decades the furniture is […]
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Poetry Maybe. #5
Follow me Stage Left Rodney transported instruments for not enough money. He scraped together enough crumpled bills for juice and tape to keep his boots together. Bibi Chick place was stage left, never center. People rarely check beyond the spotlight. Sisters and brothers know the difference between left, right, center. Bibi disklikes the shabbiness of […]
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Poetry Maybe #3: bone sister witches
Follow me More poetry. Still writing. Hope to fill up at least one notebook this year. Comments welcome. Sort of. Just be kind. 🙂 bone sister witches bone sister witches library home and woods dangerous whispers, knowing looks metal trapped minds ducking under branches into thin air tacky neighbors peeking out of dirty kitchen windows […]