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getting it together. i.
I wasted paragraphs; placed
parenthetical marks about pages
and in plain language raised doubts.
However, inching toward incumbent
accounts, bristly little mouths pecked
precognizant melodies into park-bench
memories.
I was sloppy with you; traded
metaphors and lost one hundred years.
coconut shrimp was the last meal I ate.
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A boatload of songs -
They're all old, but one of my new goals is to release many of my songs under creative commons licenses for other people to freely re-record them. A few of these are not licensed that way, but for the most part, I'm giving up a lot of my music, because I've just written way too much, and doubt I'm ever going to use it all.
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the line.
When I was towing the line, I was noble,
then. I walked with a puffed chest and
cricked my neck in new directions.
Suffered, but we all; diminution shrugged
at the absurdity of the thinness of veils. ( what, you said you wanted more bizarre poetry? ) -
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sometimes, it's fun to write.
on deck.
Conundrums topple, gas lanterns each
wet flesh drums supple skin resists heat.
Place one mouth on the other, rinse, repeat.
There was a ringing- [redacted for content]
a “ seemed sorry” call shattering sheet rock ( the rest of it ) -
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since everyone else is doing it...
I PASSED THE BAR!!! -
short poem...
short but weird.
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Small puffs syncopate against
dotted window sills painted shut.
Sphere tumbled alignments emerge
in watery worlds suspension in mist.
This tremble vibrate, my favorite moment. ( the rest ) -
what to do when stuck in the woods.
So tomorrow I head back to philly. My Mom definitely has a nice new house, lots of light, hardwood throughout, and it only needed most of the surfaces to be torched to get the filth from the previous occupants off... but, It's gonna be beautiful when she finishes adding her touches to it, and... I think there's a man in her life, which makes me ( Read more... ) -
Late Summer?
I haven't done any poetry in some time... this feels somehow unfinished though... but it was fun to write, so that's something.
( Late summerishness )