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Category Archives: Poetry
Theirs Alot To-Do
even-one is hoarse call it sum thing else that Far listen echo is an Andes’ July in a Pyrenee loose track in an Alp or half- n0 aye wonts & aul that was before knot knock’d down tide to control her
Bullae
a name caller calls this that that this now once was friends fore by seven yours as you made it deferring your pinion weeds theirs sweet & truly do you once whisk broom there are flies about the house don’t wait tornado
Arch & Ball
earth ah your boat’s here Diana’s fans & boas wait that’s Egyptian this is a dryland let’s too as tries land tidelands these bead shells wear as nothing should be clear a distance between us to dewey knee’d you’re fit
Via Sea Quilly
how hummingbirds hum hinterlands ilks & honies our cows on the moons eat-in a green chi nuncle say sow what all’s that only matter fact witch face broom sweep through darkly speckl’d comets spot whose tired red shoes