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When Veggies are Magic

why’d we call them

unicorns?

aren’t we talking

‘bout the horn?

square in brow

–a peg!

(a stick)

how did veggies

join the mix?

it ain’t a kernel

twixt those ears

–or corporal–

from what I hear,

I posit

pone

should be replaced

ascribing roan

with horny face.

I Could Not. . .


I could not see.

and sewing buttons

from belly,

and nose yet to form–

realized I didn’t breathe

(without)

so pinching peeks,

I poked holes

wherein all sound ceased.

then silently

ripped lower–

‘til gum flapped into

bubbles

barely big enough for loft

(in life–less form)

and missing you,

I could not love

set shaping hearts

–in coal, and sand–

played both hands of deck.

the Minutes


 
We dwelled

in one story. . .

a concept coerced into agreement
 
 
 
 
–one

verse—

ongoing & incomplete,

this mash-up of styles,

is ruled & rigid

(constellations named, planets punctuating)

free & formless

(a stitch in time fabricated)

it’s a continuum

devoid of metaphor &

lacking nuance

–elliptical poem of all that’s imagined without imagery–

our universe

is cold

(and hot)

vast

(and suffocating)

–expanding outward in

relentlessly onward trajectory,

moving forward toward backward

–it’s every word in every sense–

a journey unlettered

or littered

by sensical signs

–equation

of far-fetched angle

(0. 1. 0. 1.)

–simple &

unsolvable–

the difference

a product

that to sum is a

force-fed “quota”

dispelling

–and spelling–

all unknown fear.

.

 

Butterfly Social


 
I like people–

you could say

I’m a people person

–it’s just women I have issues with. . .
 
 
 
imitation the least form of flattery since

when are mirrors friendly?

and one-upmanship not my

kinda boat

–for all we’re in the same one,

gender’ally speaking–

and well, men.

a fine line between love & hate

(quite like a jump rope, sometimes)

it doesn’t take much for

those characters to morph

–graphemes and guys both,

and more

like a high wire, really,

the best ones do merit a performance

–but don’t insist

and the worst ones always watch …

but I do  like people

overall—

I do!

it’s just particulars I could

do without.

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