I begin to see with new eyes— the scales have been scraped away, all the yellow, all the scum— how bright the grass with new eyes— a greener shade of winter yellow— with the scales scoured away. How brilliant Kathy’s eyes their lively green unochered through my new unblistered lens. I begin to see with … Continue reading Cataract Surgery
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Mosquito
Arrant noise, gnaty lancer, gory glut, dodgy dancer, swatted not. Another from the archives.
The Parade Makes a Hard Right into Chaos
O this ragabash of clowns leading the national parade with their upside trickle downs their ships for shoes and flappy gowns— their huuuuuge fake news charade! O hang this ragabash of clowns and the unfunny mess they’ve made with their treacle nonsense nouns and gibberish through smiles as frowns their constant in and out charade. … Continue reading The Parade Makes a Hard Right into Chaos
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All Her Lines (the Artist)
All her lines are fine and shift in remarkable ways as she brushes hair, hip and décolleté, or strokes to draw an eye. A simpered lip shapes vocabularies and certain curves string a long line of one-eyed rube-in-ruts in their wake. she will amuse the dandy or dangle depending on her angle, But, what he … Continue reading All Her Lines (the Artist)
A Riddle for the Morning
O, they are an innocent few and frail as morning dew concerned with what not to do. Right-out-of-the-package new, they habitually eschew the good old raunchy screw far past the age of twenty-two. Can you tell me who? These are the sweet __________. Please post your response to the riddle in a comment.
I am of two birds whether the feeder's sure seed or hunger of horizons Writelee initially piloted this yesterday. It is Goodby and Retrospective 1. From May 30, 2018
On the End of the Daily Post
I am of two birds whether the feeder's sure seed or hunger of horizons Broken
A Promise is so Easy to Give Up
No rainbow over parched pastures. Flood’s promise—mud in a dwindle pool In response to Daily Prompts word of the day, with a broken heart
Endangered
What if a species was going extinct practically gone almost KA-BLOOEY and what if TV and the Times stopped midmeaning and maybe nobody anymore said three armed men or six armed men or nine armed men or anything about any amount of arms and what if TV and Time couldn’t figure the only possible something … Continue reading Endangered
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