
one is just single
a couple is 2,
several is more
–but less than a few

many is multi,
as is too much. . .
lots is like seconds–
thirds is a bunch

oodles are scads
–or googol by name
from here on the scale–
one and the same.

one is just single
a couple is 2,
several is more
–but less than a few

many is multi,
as is too much. . .
lots is like seconds–
thirds is a bunch

oodles are scads
–or googol by name
from here on the scale–
one and the same.

How to win
(imaginary)
friends
(back)
and influence people
(made of fiction)
–first, write
a note of apology
. . .
— love letters lamenting & lining up alliteratively
like a
“to do” list, but a “to do” list with character!
(s)
avowals!
maybe even a diphthong or 2, enabling the creation
of prototypes every novel needs, if no perfume before
checking boxes.
invisible boxes in Original PC
once___
upon___
a time___
& sending expansive flowered
(thoughts)
— purpled prosies,
gilded girdeds, and
rose of sharron–
their way
–somewhere off synapse route #66
(where else!)
followed by changing weighs.
Personal weighs.
Permuting poetic measures of an intrinsically different caliber
that can be hard to discern without rule initially, so skip the acronym–
next honey.
not saccharine, not sugar,
and most decidedly not stevia,
this all natural state of mind is
bon
(bon!)
ensuring the pretend pals are themselves agreeable
to palette, pen, and projection
and making up for better company, instead of just desserts
–finally presence.
undivided presence of mime, and why not?
imaginary friends are
the
target audience
for the ole
“fake it til you make it” axiom,
tying in coincidentally with checking boxes but
what else?
well, presence.
–of mind, this time
that necessarily implies
presence
of mine
–which in fact AND fantasy–
are.
those same imaginary friends
–gone missing.
the void conjures
. . .
making silence hum
—-embellishes
tinting white blue
–adds
mirror images long departed
–tangles
disparate action in quantum fields
–separates
hues in darkest nights
–discerns
the statue in the rock
. . .
its nothingness
the isness on which all
unwinds
–a tapestry woven
in temporal fabric.

Smith is good with words
(all write)
and Art—with conversation,
Gabby’s gift is mainly
–discourse and oration. . .
Cathy likes to chat
(too much)
while Miles keeps the minutes,
Abel will debate the bull–
with doctors if they spin it
Simon’s prone to say
(it’s said)
all those on stage will whisper
but twisted—I—will scream and shout,
to lookie-loos and listeners. . .

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.
we’re all so fully fallible–
our foibles→refillable
> inborn & instill-able <
–accept it
–to the syl•la•ble–
Enjoy it!
Make it
$ billable $
As facades
> though employable <
are fables for the
~flappable~
both sappy &
/ implacable /
a go-to for the
p l i a b l e
a fallback
that’s detestable
unviable & liable
to render tender
* jest-able *
as bending truth is
^ laughable ^
& also Google trackable
exposing like Pinocchio
a posing braggadocio
a–nose—so—long→
it’s joke–
–ay?
Yo!
(deep breath)
…while frontages more facile…
Will prove that you’re no asshole.