PERSPICACITY.
I thought there’d be more to it
I thought there’d be more to it
I thought and did not act
I thought it would be bigger, somehow
More robust.
I wondered if they all knew
I wondered if they saw it
I wondered far too far in
To see clearly.
I spoke too loud, too often
I spoke thoughts like headlines
I poked at crusty chancres
I thought were mud.
I called it Nirvana and Elysium
I called it Bountiful
I called you to come forward
Without counting.
One, two, three, four
Corners and walls
Own it
If you have enough barbed wire you can claim anything.
Lxx
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Lxx
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CREASES.
Careful.
Creases marked and pressed by thumbnail.
Don’t look up.
Fold in the edges.
Concentrate.
Turn and fold again.
Press down the thumbnail.
Watch the angle.
Fold and crease.
Turn in the edges.
Don’t look up.
Thumbnail crease.
Turn again.
Fold in the edges.
Crease.
Don’t look up.
Repeat.
Careful.
Creases marked and pressed by thumbnail.
Don’t look up.
Fold in the edges.
Concentrate.
Turn and fold again.
Press down the thumbnail.
Watch the angle.
Fold and crease.
Turn in the edges.
Don’t look up.
Thumbnail crease.
Turn again.
Fold in the edges.
Crease.
Don’t look up.
Repeat.
CRICKETS.
Every day another step, another step, another step, another step.
A voice behind warns, ‘Don’t go that way! See how skillfully I spin.’
A stranger calling in the wilderness, ‘Wrong way. Go back.’
A wit has said, ‘What a joke! Don’t you know the rules?’
A scarecrow holds a faded sign, ‘Success’ Population me.
A paragon with limp wrist lace moans, ‘Ooh, must we?’
A helpful soul with a quiver of tips offers two for one.
A fairy kisses butterflies and treads on ants.
A coven snickers, ‘We are tight;’ coiling.
A bird eats shining bugs and chokes.
A sliding muse sings sweet regrets.
A crowd is chanting 101.
Noises rising rising rising,
Screeching eagles on the heights.
This mountain is steep. Sheeeesh!
Look At That View!
And every day, another step, another step, another step.
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BLOSSOMS
.
Selfconscious
sharp sobs
bitten
shhh.
Bewildered
breathless
bugeyed
burn.
A hunting lodge, you say?
For which wierdos?
Coffee clouds and an apricot scarf.
Keep one eye on that mirror.
SAY!! DO ANY OF YOU GUYS KNOW HOW TO MADISON?
Sangria
sipping
silent
smile.
Embiggened
breathing
settled
be.
.
BLOSSOMS
.
Selfconscious
sharp sobs
bitten
shhh.
Bewildered
breathless
bugeyed
burn.
A hunting lodge, you say?
For which wierdos?
Coffee clouds and an apricot scarf.
Keep one eye on that mirror.
SAY!! DO ANY OF YOU GUYS KNOW HOW TO MADISON?
Sangria
sipping
silent
smile.
Embiggened
breathing
settled
be.
.
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BEAN FACE....
BEAN FACE....
He went to market to sell magic beans.
A million million beansellers stood about, screaming.
Glassy eyes and pursed lips.
“I have to sell my beans,” he said.
Beansellers split his tongue.
Moving bravely through the crush,
He gripped his small brown beans,
“I need to sell magic beans.”
But no one went to market to buy.
Only beansellers.
He saw beans sparkle, glow, sing songs.
Standing near the lovely beans,
Searching faces for smiles,
He hid his ugly old beans.
“They’re all I have.”
He tried to ask about the shiniest beans,
But his thick, split, stupid tongue twisted and bled.
Only beansellers screamed. A million million beansellers.
Narrow eyes and lemon lips screamed.
He shrugged, trudged home, and ate burritos.
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