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Switchman’s Toolbox

the forty-fourth block’d

inkblot an idle cold blue

inspector’s virtue

 

in fact various

as crate an expectation

gross weight tare the rain

 

falls elsewhere upon

a leaf the last train exempt

our humorless loss

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Posted byayaladnAugust 18, 2013Posted inPoetry, UncategorizedLeave a comment on Switchman’s Toolbox

Far Cry From Home

e ln lady rd

lower hill browse a furrow

a scent wood well in

 

ever a byre turn

untoward a forward mount as

rude the fine prints blu’d

 

earliest abit

knock’d a knavish cavalier

a scold pule a herd

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Posted byayaladnAugust 13, 2013Posted inPoetry, UncategorizedLeave a comment on Far Cry From Home

An Errand Boy (Roll’d Sleeves & Green Visor)

diminuitive

as amity a simple

rye flower homestead

 

odds on the rising

red roses fifteen inch stems

three five or seven

 

galvaniz’d buckets

laid by ladles the late mail

had the old address

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Posted byayaladnAugust 12, 2013August 12, 2013Posted inPoetry, Uncategorized3 Comments on An Errand Boy (Roll’d Sleeves & Green Visor)

How Two C W (Kneed You Now)

left-over lizard

reheat in a non-stick pan

do not swat the fly

 

oh chameleon’s

hard to find @ fusion bars

bare feet by barrels

 

in a salsa dip

o’ertip as a tapper claps

on the floor you’ll bounce

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Out Of Sequins

in an elbow room

hemm’d in market stall quilters

spell dictionary

 

not once as translate

a lost bookend a loose hinge

padlock & so one

 

hungers as blue smoke

barbequers who chit chat

are based on that waste

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Posted byayaladnAugust 10, 2013Posted inPoetry, UncategorizedLeave a comment on Out Of Sequins

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