Anti-inflammatory literature II
The joy of wang
In front of a bus
Is lovely
Look at it ready
Firm, pretty
Settle astride.
You can keep your hat on.
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First they amplified the Evangelicals
And I was drowned out
Then they amplified the NRA
And I was drowned out
Then they bought shares in an unregulated tech
That resonated extreme views for revenue
And I was drowned out.
When they amplified me
Everyone was deaf.
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This is a little number I wrote called Neo-subtilism
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In the post-poetic post-Kantian lexical landscape that enmeshes the contemporary author, new and rich possibilities emerge
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Poem on ma blog innit
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Today there will be change
Even the hard, clear glass panes
Will drip
Though sculptors and masons
Set life in alloy and clay
There will be change today
It is not difficult to break
A complex system
All it takes is a butterfly
#ItTakesIsAButterfly
Keep a spoonful of sugar on the sill
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Filed holes in the form of my sock
So secretive nested snug in my shoe
Will we have patterned socks for Christmas
Or the same Einsteinian uniform blue?
My sock is liminal, littoral
Finger edged fractal seeking the wide, wide sea
That box, with my socks
One day my socks will be free.
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This vertiginous expanse
Ligniuous sapling sprouting in autumn
What silk byte spun enwebs
Tide is overtopping heights as threads ebbs
This crested sea unstill, uncertain
Is wide and still yet thinly spread
Like olive oil on dark rye bread
This lattice unexpanded, a cross hatch tartan
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Here there are no trends
No passing fashion to lead my pen
No attractors to guide my path
Yet still what I type is no less daft
This clear air stores frost
The sun like raindrops on a camel's lips
Crisp shadows stretched skinny
A bottle green winter coat snug fit
Shrouds the old tree
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