Having to turn heat back on. Ugh!
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Fillable bits, but
suddenly super
position creates
probability. So I
tried standing in
the same position
as myself. A friend
commented “that’s
supercool”. And me
being both
alive and dead, I
could attend my
own attending,
pretending that
ending faster was
something I ought
to thought about
lots.

Authors in tents.
It’s a camping
expedition. Are
they, were they
erudite? Can we,
should we fly
a kite? If I finally
get it, am I in
the club? Not
if they have trees
as members, on
eroding banks
of defining
the undefinable.
Not a competitive
sport. It’s a meet
cute of cuts, ands,
buts, and oars.

Can’t stand too noble.
Or perhaps our arrested
tiktok crazies are best
when lying down?
From supine, you can
divine so many evers
and for evers. You’ll still
need pretty good I sight,
and also some you sight,
possibly some oh oh sights,
But first worry about
your own awning, in
the dawning of
you.

It’s always 25 o’clock.
Or we are stealth
in our approach?
Scythe and hourglass
traded for
a thin rectangle
with wrecked angels,
no longer watching.
Cracked coverslips,
not an issue. Sales
gathering solds
solidly. Old Man
Time has a new gig,
Death was
shitcanned.
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Visiting from Boston. AZ is amazing and hope to return frequently and retire here. So nice.

Vacate your vacation.
Who needs writing time?
Wringing hands over
the smallest things.
It’s proven time and
no gain… in sane tea,
steeping staples.
A priori, in a prairie,
without a prayer.
Someday repeat
freedom from gravity
so we all freeform freely
in the air, stroke, stroke
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I am king of myself
and sometimes a jester.
I have full expectation
that my scepter fills
spectres. But gosh,
a ghost that is
substantial can’t
cover the spectrum
of haunting. It’s as
real as reels can be,
watched in bed, as
my kingdom swirls
around me.
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Metaphorically possible. ;)

What if you breathe in
and out in the same
take. Economy of
moment, and in that,
surprise and relief
are the same thing.
And if that moment
should pass, shall we
dissect it, yank its
brain with hooks
into jars, and store
them in geometries?
Pair, amidst.
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Brain relaxing, and
suddenly I’m a dog,
napping midday,
tongue safely lolling
out of my mouth to
the side. I’m a peeper,
trilling my amphibious
ambitions at night.
And access to me is
infinite, in the way
lemniscates would
make great rolling
pins, forever
impressing.
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No I won’t think
words
at 2:39am.
Little bits of
lexicon intrusive….
Ok, so maybe a few.
And we’re off
and running.
Neurons firing,
synapses rewiring,
look think
felt umwelt
(poem)
first of its kind
and unburdened,
sleep, signed
me
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Reinventing heels.
It’s the walk of life,
except yeah, round
things do make
travel easier, faster,
so we go further.
I’d rather say in
meter what I once
rhymed in inches.
What a crime,
sublime, sub lines
for single words,
replace letters
with books.
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Life swallows whole now.
Doesn’t even bother chewing.
Squeezed in stomach juices,
it takes awhile to disintegrate.
“Hey we talked about this.
Always chew your food!”
As my skin disintegrates,
I plan my devolution.
Perhaps I’d fare better
with a pair of sights.
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Where’s my jamb?

Box of unassigned keys.
They can open anything.
Or they can open nothing.
I can jam one in my back
and turn it,

but without knowing
where my jamb is,
I could lock up.

Jamb. Now my jam.

Jammit…
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Here’s a little poem
to hold the place of
other bigger poems.
I owe them, so we go
then with the phloem
and sky when ground
is ground down.
Don’t worry… the
chips are good
tinder for would
cinders, and should
hinders progress
for sure, all shear.
lent ears.
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Flipping louses
like pancakes.
Dredging grouses in
shake n bake.
Riding buses
without reason.
Rhymes despite
seasons.
Nonsensical,
it all is, when we
don’t know
why things fit
the way they do.
So breakfast
avian transport
poems will be
norm. Just until
reform reforms.
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Damn it’s vs its typo lol!

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Were gulf, transform
almost complete.
Mind against ideas,
leaping away almost,
barely kept corralled
for consumption.
Their hooves splinter
portcullis asunder,
trample dust,
run wild. Free. Fear.
Were gulf is coming.
Every idea for id self.
They’re safer this way.
Or so my herd.
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BREAKING NEWS!! Cap’n Crunch with Core Power 42g elite chocolate poured over it is amazing. Level up!
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Ere we go brag-less
let’s clear a few things up.
Hyperbole comes in
many forms, and many
worms churn more
organic matter than a hatter.
Mountain invert and
fill the holes. What trolls!
If I hear “awesome” one
more time, loudest will
be my silence, under bowls
with candles.
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The writening…
it happens slowly,
one drop, a splatter
on your windshield
or singular touch on
your arm you may
not notice until
three, then twelve,
then ideas quicken.
You feel like
you are forgetting
more than writing,
but then sun breaks
and your face
upturns, missing
the deluge
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Supplement poem,
staves off word less,
keeps things moving,
Pow - awful aunty oxidant
for all those arm tease
stuck in EM dash mode.
Poem in a pill, swallowed
whole, whorling around
in your head, concentric
lexicon spiraling to
this. And that
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