like electrolysis for the verbs in your summer garden
Author: daveboyer
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and again nothing to say says the head and the fingers forget that and run out on their own what good has this head done lately anyway and blossoms hang on the trees so briefly as birds sing courtship songs skyward in the weakening dark make ready this short but wide song for an empty page hungering for music
-from Talking Too Fast.
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and gone as the pen comes out what word might have soothed this scrap of paper holding on to the last light of the week & summer almost over & our throats sore from shouting over the endless waves of strangers exploring the shading of the short video format in the pauses between what the deadline wants of you & again into the kitchen with tea made from scraps of memories of all those birthdays with the one whose name you won’t say
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what then. this dark place. whirl of wings somewhere away. a web walked into. dust in what little light. following something. the sound of the mud. and for an ending this sweat this. a day or maybe more.
turn the other side of this coin gold and ribbons
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Talking Too Fast
If anyone’s interested in some fresh new poetry, may I suggest my new book, Talking Too Fast?
A guaranteed cure for the summer blues! Or wait, is it a guaranteed cause… I can’t remember.
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with the rain set in and flashes in the distance we all settle down to an old board game this is the one he always cheats at with that little smile on his face like he’s pulling one over on us and after a couple of drinks he’s the only one who really cares about it after all we’re just here for the conversation and these delightful appetizers reconstructed from an ancient Mesopotamian cookbook thought lost for at least a couple of millennia
but then the evening turns and we talk about the dark times when even finding a nickel on the sidewalk made your heart beat faster but of course we exaggerate all the old wounds for our audience even though they were all there and suffered as much or as little as we did you know you can’t really fool your friends like that then as fast as it came the storm passes though we had long ago stopped paying it any mind
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which way to start to get what I want instead of fiddling with knobs and buttons lost in mush and the aftermath of failed experiments but then without the experiments the birds don’t sing and we all sink sometime over the rooftops a siren or ice cream truck bringing something extra into the long and humid evening in which you reconstruct the crime scene for your dinner guests who have long since stopped being amused but somehow it escapes your mind
the right way to say certain things and you turn to the left for the light switch instead of to the right where it is and brush off the whole thing as a symptom of not enough sleep or coffee and meanwhile the worms are digging under our feet and so many skeletons slowly breaking down before the archaeologists can dig them up and brush them off you know some might be quite important to someone in a very different line of work but we can talk about that tomorrow with tea and lemon squares if the other appointment falls through you’ll call right
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If I talked to people
It’s not all about haiku, is it? is a question I imagine people might ask if I started talking to them. The answer is no, not at all. There are quite a few other pies with which I’m making my fingers sticky. Hmmm. I’m going to put a stop to that metaphor. Anyway, I recently put out a book of old doodles from an old blog that hopefully are still (or were ever) slightly amusing. If you’d like to check it out, here’s the link.
If you’re interested, they mostly started out as a scribble with a pen or brush and then I tried to find the face in the scribble and write up a little story about the person. I don’t know if that helps, but there it is.
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a fateful glitch in the holographic president’s ancient code
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QuickType sentences
I’m not sure if I can call these results haiku, but here they are.
This was done on an iPad running iOS 8 using QuickType suggestions for each letter of the alphabet. I generally typed the first letter then just kept hitting the middle suggestion until I had what approximates a sentence/haiku.
But sometimes I cheated a bit and hit the word to the left/right of center…
And the rest of the year and the rest of the day
But the only thing that would have to go back and I
Can you not a fan since I got to see you soon enough
Do I get a follow back on my way home
Even though the day before I get a follow back
For example in a while ago but the fact I can see you
Good luck with the best of the year and I don’t think that I have a great way
He was the best thing to say it was the best thing to say it was the best
I’m so excited to be the first half of the year
Just a few weeks of a sudden it is not the same thing
Keep your eyes are the only one that is the only one
Like the new version is the only thing
My dad just told my dad just called my dad
No I didn’t even get a new phone
Oh I see the new version is the only thing that I can get
Please don’t think that the only one that is a good time with the best of luck
Quite good at all times in a statement issued by the end
Really fun to use the term of office of a sudden it
So much better if it is the only one that I can see
The best thing ever I go back
Up early for the next few weeks of a new phone
Very fun to use the term of office of a new one that I have to go back
We are going on with my dad just told my dad just
Xylem to be a great day for the next few weeks
You are the only thing that would have to be the best of luck
Zylinder I have a good time with the same thing
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