Category: Poetry

When I bumped into the innumerate bard who’d eased out into the misty yard, unwilling to contribute applause to the astronomer’s lecture, I tried to bring illuminated Cliff’s Notes – tried to sing the equations, dance the proofs and
Tampa sleeps beneath an interstate with a fifth of vodka in its roughed-up hand after another long night getting lit. In any case, you switch hornets with bats and realize with forgot, turns out it makes a huge difference.
Chests swell thinking of what it means to be patriotic. Shoulders shake nowadays moving to cover a heart, and begin the recitation. Hat in hand, eyes on the red, white and blue wondering when recognition will strike— the perfect
1.   Solve for x: y do you wish to be elsewhere? If we are two passengers on two trains, traveling at unequal speeds, how soon will we each circle the earth? Tip*: The earth is not a perfect sphere,
She may shed persimmon feather boas, but there is no rebirth here. Under the damning spotlight she is diasporic lipstick from the pouting and wailing, Dubonnet siphoning into developing wrinkles, aged Jessica Rabbit incarnate, red nails and sagging contours,

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