Fouled Ploys
jejune proclamations.......
some, in particular.....
exhibit delusional views,
non-testicular....
honesty, bravery....gone by the boards....
to obfuscate facts, sway pliable hordes...
except, of course, poets....and others
who choose
to
cogitate, ponder..reflect, act...stay loose.... '>)
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Fafila's bear
had
had enough
of honey
jesses loosed,
no raptor
to witness
the bloodying
of that Asturian forest's floor
she
flew
back
to find
the crows at harvest,
their work
near to completion
the hunting party
salvaged what remained
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Circumstances
inform
the work,
the poetry,
the themes...
the coloration...
granular texture...impending transcendance...
the words work to inform....
slinging, slanging
giving up their less-than-secrets...
slanging, slinging
an analytical curse
a behemoth of a mumbler of moribundant minutiae...
back to work...
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Set About
to do a sarcastic....oooops...meant acrostic.....
slud into a slew of desponding aphorythmicisms....
hoping to be acquitted...or, at least, unrequieted....
in the interest of pendragoons and pencilpushings....only at 1.5% at present.....
there must be a sixth columny and a seventh estate...
.a twentysecond under..whirled?
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One Of
noxious buffoonery
and crimson dandelions....
why
couldn't I just say 'red'.......red...red....red....
it's a fine color....for a fox or a crane's bill....
a trampoline...a cumberbund.... a penny whistle......an excuse....
trotted out like some swabbed decade..or an incensed floor-buffer....
circular and adamant.............
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As Background
to clicks
and
whirrs...
a
piece
offering
lobelias, sun,
thanks,
sparks
and spurs...
an easier graze
than that which
could
have been its verbal equivalent...
sorrel
and musk
remain in the jar...
slap the paving stones, slack-jawed tortoises..
if it's irony you're after, scoop it up....
the larger portion has been plated...
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I wouldn't say
it's much like reminding myself
to put
blueberry preserves on the shopping list...which I have done....
that does sound sticky, eh......?
going over some falls in a barrel....more rupturous...
.....got duct tape?
which way's Uppsala? ....and can we stop at Tivoli.....?
anyone for a maddercap dash? ....I've brought
the tomatoes.......
and a bullhorn.....
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Another Venue
with other confines....stabilities...ornamentation....
a place of grassland sleep...
a whisper not
of that roped and tied and trampled
ground
up by the bibliotechnical arcade.....
.which petals are intact..
.which branches burn.....
is it a land of sympathy, then....swollen with plumeria and rushing cataracts...
......a torn page and a jotted evensong......?
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Sat There, Rude...
with a cocktail fork and a lemon wedge....
holding.a pamphloon...
unknown advertisers filled the front page....
...flexxed and fumed..promised utter worlds....
in a language written on flounder wraps and twisted to hold chestnuts.....
wisps of sky ledgers fled....no match for the grating sound of hollow metal on concrete.....
but there was the blue...
and the tree....
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An Indistinct Probability
that there are trees....and mawk-fed tarantellusastoryboards without knotholes....and
cap-doffers with spotless repudiations......
none of them have stayed long enough to be caprisonic......they coin a phase and spirit away the longerhorns.....seen it happen....
there's not much noise...
at the time of the roaming candlers...
extinguishers are sold in the stalls... along with candy apples and wobbling gyroscoped theoreticals........ .
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