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Tuesday, October 30, 2018
Let's See You Trump This Catgut Tongue Twisting Conundrum Twit
Who’s the prime time news hog sowing
So many lies his mouth needs
Sewing up with swine twine?
Monday, October 29, 2018
Rote Painting Poetics
1.
Painting in words isn’t so hard—
Just remember that
2.
Words are merely symbols
For things and always
3.
Be sure to color them
By number.
Saturday, October 27, 2018
Die-hard Flat-earther
I’d rather fall over
Backwards, my senseless
Ass lying blithely supine
On the ground of a stable
Earthen floor than land flat
On my face, kissing
The abominable
Shifty-looking threshold
Of a revolting, revolving door.
Monday, October 22, 2018
Revolutionary Pre-Text
Put down one bloody
Revolting word
At a time in the body,
And the rest busy killing
Time in the margins
Of the pedestrian
Mind will turn round
Squarely and finish you
Off in no time.
Saturday, October 20, 2018
Out Of The Dark Spaces Where
intricately
bunched
together
crammed
with-
in thin
slits be-
tween white-
washed stones,
cyclamen now
poke baby pale pink
faces through, craning
their fragile necks
to get a sneak
preview of whatever
else is blooming
out there simply
plain in view.
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