Though the days of its power were brief and
the needful noise that kept the continents
distracted did not pause but grew and crept
into the vintage pens and bowls, the
monkey-picked tea, and while we found
that flavor had abandoned most
local precincts, and yes, there were
those expeditions that were quickly though
poorly equipped and we’re still waiting on
the report with what is reported as
hope though through the long years we have
practiced most of the permitted
poses quite diligently, and mean
no offense with these little shows
Tag: pens
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Forget what you know sit softly let
it lull you with the sound of hundreds
of pens simultaneously
writing up all those mistakes think of clouds
over that chasm you love Forget
it start again don’t think of that
tickle in your throat keep sharpening
your teeth we’ll see if we can’t find
a few layers of breathable
fabric as you start off Forget
the ad that’s still following you stinging
wind a heavy boot brittle grasses
brightly crunch give the pills a chance
while you stumble on ice in darkness
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All of the Above
the epic I am planning as I shop for pens
with golden accents. Perhaps if not for the dog’s
unspeakable licking. But at the end
of the day what.I know that look the crab apple
felled by lightning. So many deardead dogs later still in one piece
and place hands empty soif the usual resins from a walk
through the oldish pines should refuse easy
removal there are two options neitherof which but these days with the funnels we
must wear though who would know as long as you
can smize through hours of unneeded meetingslike one of those knives for chestnuts
which gave her hunting a slight edge
so she fed and bred better her
descendants had the same feature
that time licked into the precise
claw you see before youthen brave the cloying perfume of
seeping garbage trucks to catch a
meager and reluctant yes you
can cut them off or use this corrosive
but how will you feel one day when feet are
back in fashion
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Remember to
Forget what you know sit softly
lulled by the sound of hundreds of
pens simultaneously writing down
your mistakes think of clouds
over that chasm you loveForget the ad that is following you
keep sharpening your teeth into points
we’ll see if we can find a knife and a fewlayers of breathable fabric as you
start off stinging wind your boot brittle
grass bright crunch beneathForget it and start again don’t think of pathogens
the tickle in your throat give the pills a chanceoutside flashes of red flowers one ant
carries his scrap of stone down into the dark
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