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Carl or Kyle |

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A poetic exercise in leisure. August 16, 2010. His fear lives in a corner. The best fear on the block! He orders its food on the Internet. It eats raw bull. It never sits. It opens and closes its little gray hands. It opens and closes its mouth. Little girl, I know things that would blow your mind. Now that his apartment burns his fear hides under the bull-stained floorboards. He is outside and doesn’t hide. His eyes are as bright as a giant’s eyes. Laquo; Found Wanting. On August 17, 2010. Http:/ shalli...

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Honorary Vertebrate |

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A poetic exercise in leisure. August 30, 2010. An experiment in prose poetry, with thanks to Wikipedia. Her arm may stretch, weak as wet sand, or bunch its sunction cups. It may stick to itself. It may taste a part. Yes, her arm tastes, but just parts. It can’t taste a rock. What a limit! It pretends to be an animal! How long does it dirty itself with ocean debris until it dies? Is it even alive? Meanwhile the octopus is swimming, self-satisfied, her eye like frozen milk. Laquo; Carl or Kyle. A Handful o...

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Marine Snow |

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A poetic exercise in leisure. September 11, 2010. She stretches, black and wet. The sand scratches her body. She eats her home by moving,. Curving her only bone. She does not eat the living. That seep of blood is seeping. This fresh of death is moving. She eats the death and cold. My heart is only seeming. It listens, when it’s leaving,. It answers, when it’s laughing,. It wants the dark and cold. Laquo; Honorary Vertebrate. But the whole poem is good as it stands. On September 16, 2010. You are commenti...

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Insect |

https://youareuseless.wordpress.com/2010/07/30/insect

A poetic exercise in leisure. July 30, 2010. I just moved to a new state! So I haven’t had much time to write, but I thought I’d post an old poem. Apparently I used to enjamb a lot more. She is an insect, puttering weakly,. Eating the walls of this house. She apologizes. As she eats, her black eyes pleading for us. Not to notice. Her eyes are still and wet, but her insect mouth. Works furiously. She watches me from the rafters. She would like. To fall into my hair, and stay there. On August 2, 2010.

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Shin |

https://youareuseless.wordpress.com/2012/09/22/shin

A poetic exercise in leisure. September 22, 2012. After your shin, a perfect line, sharp. And coarse, the unctuous sheets. Slide A sparrow slides, in hand. Stab my hand, sparrow. Keep the sleek bird. I only want the beak. Laquo; Marine Snow. I am so glad you are back writing and posting. Welcome. I hope your absence was productive and worthwhile. Your poetry, as it was, is so good. You have not lost your touch. On November 10, 2012. You’re too kind, as always. I hope you’re doing well. On December 6, 2012.

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What Could Be |

https://youareuseless.wordpress.com/2010/08/08/what-could-be

A poetic exercise in leisure. August 8, 2010. This is a very small “list poem” for We Write Poems, found at wewritepoems.wordpress.com. Now that I’m working constantly it’s going to be difficult to find time to write, and I haven’t in more than a week, so this is a bit of a warm-up. I’m going to have to make time. Dark, the last look. The last fall. Bone. That scrapes, meat. That moves, Mind, that is. Nothing, at all. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).

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Letters for Sunday Scribblings |

https://youareuseless.wordpress.com/2010/07/25/letters-for-sunday-scribblings

A poetic exercise in leisure. July 25, 2010. Letters for Sunday Scribblings. A little ditty for Sunday Scribblings, found here: sundayscribblings.blogspot.com. The theme: letters. This would be a fun children’s book to write.🙂. W grows like the swells of the sea,. B is a burst of energy,. Z is sharp and secretly kind,. But M is shy until combined. Laquo; Equal and Opposite. By: Me a writer? On July 25, 2010. Do a bit more! On July 25, 2010. On July 26, 2010. Really good take on the post! On July 25, 2010.

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Found Wanting |

https://youareuseless.wordpress.com/2010/08/09/found-wanting

A poetic exercise in leisure. August 9, 2010. Well, this was originally for Three Word Wednesday, but the third word (predict) just didn’t seem to fit, so I’ll just publish it as is, even though it seems unfinished. His voice, an iron bell. I lost my voice in the snow. I’m nothing now. Nothing without my bell. A foaming drink in his cup. A foaming drink in his mouth. You are a handsome man. You are. His plaintive bony hand. Laquo; What Could Be. On August 9, 2010. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.