July 07, 2014

one-line tanka

going through the motions on a mindless morning I make no excuse for The Crown of Creation appearing to made of fluff

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so damned humid it's like living in an aquarium I add a bubble-blowing diver and start a new philosophy


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sob sob sulk and dream there must be better things to do with poetry than dwelling on lost loves with illusionary lovers

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lost in the bog of prettiness and hearts make of smoke the notion that Romeo and Juliet had gut worms and rotten teeth

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