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Why bother?
Why should I bother? No one knows My silent audience plauditless Along plodding, verb-bodied Grendel Tossing men verbosely across longhalls Howling ferociously, returning to my fen. When I go and poes no more flow from me Weeping policeman calmed at last When great heaped cone of my effort turns over to a draining funnel And…
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Poetry is fucked, not dead
Ovid for the Covid epoch Bard-throated, in word coated Sadly born now poetry is over Once open’d door, sweet dulcify The lie sweetest smelling in telling Now closed forever, a sewn mouth.
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Pausing, watching lightworkers returning
Avast workers! Mend your trying charges Lending rest moment Taking breasted rusted tinder Selecting best better to tender Aroma coating throat Azure rilles upon a woad in roadless Scotia. Second sun’s third term Turning another Earth teal Feathered birdmen returning Retiring upon the firmament Further than starlings murmurant Blocks of Thothlikes flocking, sun-blottingly numerous Numinous…
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Column of expired guises
Writing badly myriad types of poem Johannes Factotum scrolls unrolling In my nook My wisdoms like odes to toads’ beauty deface no quote book Meeting word quotients Alike thinking great minds Or rarely differing fools Of a Took Took down a leatherbound book Dense and unpleasant, inducing senescence Already sense’s lessening Tabulating fleeced sheep Minyan-chased…
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Hugging chemystries
Armful of spicy, iconic blonde Tracing a stolen atomic bomb Call me Bond, Ionic Bond In his presence, Martinis apport Polysaccharides hands tied.
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