Well it is concise and to the point, but minimalist even by your standards, though I am inclined to sense it as a haiku hybrid which puts it light years ahead of most of the haiku I’ve seen on posts. I really do like it. I must sayI am trying to get a hold on the ‘mugs’ poet. If nothing else the things you likea varied and cover a widerange. But I am never disappointed.>KB
hate snow. but yes, it does tend to fill the spaces. 🙂
i get lazy and punctuate according to rhythm. tell him the mugs poet is writing notes and doesn’t capitalize much because it’s stupid to slow down a pace for a practice that served its function in handwritten documents and only serves to hinder typed ones. tell him the mugs poet knows how to do pretty stuff, and has studied in detail the stats regarding response on myspace and FB according to demographic. tell him mugs simply works to bring a few things to light.
enough pretty out there. why compete and clutter more? shock better characterized in the grunge/male poet. not trying to paint a picture of ME, what for? ain’t a want ad. and sad to say only at about where i was in understanding at 9 at most, the degree have to dumb down are understandings by the time i was 9. ten more years on the blog and maybe i’ll hit 16. have one cousin whom i can converse with in a normal fashion, where neither of us needs to dumb down the extent of points are working-on. but he tackles what is around, and i tackle effects and fallout. am not a bad sort, though raised by a grandmother who could knock the smart-ass off a flea at 50 miles. so tell him the mug poet has been very tired and fighting tooth infections, and sometimes crawling into words is the only way to get away from the pain. tell him mugs just wants to have a little understanding based on the words — not what the words say the poet is supposed to be saying. tell him mugs works a code. each and every meter set with almost no movement from that path. even in this, i only use the words that fit, not just what i want to say but how i want to say it. i know exactly what makes me sound hurried, relaxed, or skeptical. i use efforts to pull the best through the fire. and i make a home. tell him mugs has a home that is nice and she likes to go on walks and look at the sky.
Best pain relief for that, 600mg ibuprophen as needed, & rinse
mouth often 2/3 water 1/3 peroxide…foam at mouth, so best
stay inside.
You wrote a truly beautiful poem. Never deny that, can’t make me
say otherwise…& I wish for one day to be able to talk to anyone
normally, as I am normally. Astronaut is the best choice via
helium balloon; all the while, reading you aloud.
ayaladn 
Well it is concise and to the point, but minimalist even by your standards, though I am inclined to sense it as a haiku hybrid which puts it light years ahead of most of the haiku I’ve seen on posts. I really do like it. I must sayI am trying to get a hold on the ‘mugs’ poet. If nothing else the things you likea varied and cover a widerange. But I am never disappointed.>KB
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Make it an exception to whatever rule may apply,
I’m happy only if it’s true, dear KB; ‘tho not so much
in the manner of, as to & itself.
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hate snow. but yes, it does tend to fill the spaces. 🙂
i get lazy and punctuate according to rhythm. tell him the mugs poet is writing notes and doesn’t capitalize much because it’s stupid to slow down a pace for a practice that served its function in handwritten documents and only serves to hinder typed ones. tell him the mugs poet knows how to do pretty stuff, and has studied in detail the stats regarding response on myspace and FB according to demographic. tell him mugs simply works to bring a few things to light.
enough pretty out there. why compete and clutter more? shock better characterized in the grunge/male poet. not trying to paint a picture of ME, what for? ain’t a want ad. and sad to say only at about where i was in understanding at 9 at most, the degree have to dumb down are understandings by the time i was 9. ten more years on the blog and maybe i’ll hit 16. have one cousin whom i can converse with in a normal fashion, where neither of us needs to dumb down the extent of points are working-on. but he tackles what is around, and i tackle effects and fallout. am not a bad sort, though raised by a grandmother who could knock the smart-ass off a flea at 50 miles. so tell him the mug poet has been very tired and fighting tooth infections, and sometimes crawling into words is the only way to get away from the pain. tell him mugs just wants to have a little understanding based on the words — not what the words say the poet is supposed to be saying. tell him mugs works a code. each and every meter set with almost no movement from that path. even in this, i only use the words that fit, not just what i want to say but how i want to say it. i know exactly what makes me sound hurried, relaxed, or skeptical. i use efforts to pull the best through the fire. and i make a home. tell him mugs has a home that is nice and she likes to go on walks and look at the sky.
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Yes ma’am; but so many hims, which one?
(For fullest understanding, read tangerine, mandarin angel, etc
on cometotimmy@wordpress.com)
Best pain relief for that, 600mg ibuprophen as needed, & rinse
mouth often 2/3 water 1/3 peroxide…foam at mouth, so best
stay inside.
You wrote a truly beautiful poem. Never deny that, can’t make me
say otherwise…& I wish for one day to be able to talk to anyone
normally, as I am normally. Astronaut is the best choice via
helium balloon; all the while, reading you aloud.
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🙂 have gone past peroxide into a bit of iodine at this point.
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This is good news, Eileen…>j
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