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First paragraph: ten sentences,
All but two without verbs,
And the last a run-on freight train
Of absolute phrases without an engine,
That is,
A ..
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Such luscious dreams, and so improbable,
Where minor details are magnified
And take on overabundant significance;
Where niggling nettles, all out o..
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Nothing like a good old-fashioned
Storming of the castle
To shake the chamberlains from their naps.
Perhaps now the pandering
To insane revisionis..
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Accipitrine wing-shadows sweep the ground
While the air resounds with screeches and squeals;
The hunt is on! Beware, teensy mammals . . .
To your b..
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How slow the slink of time, of days . . .
By now we should be used to them,
These hours committed to introspection,
But somehow it's unnatural
To ..
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Just because she loved them so,
Into the freezer they would go--
P***y One through P***y Five,
Once they ceased to be alive.
And when she had brea..
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Profundity is not my strength;
I bark out weakling raves,
And like a partisan I sneer
At peacock-feathered knaves.
I'm easily derailed and roiled
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(Written on the morning after Election Day, 2020.)
’Twas a squeak, not a roar--
Though it oughta been more,
We will take our delights where..
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They hoot in the vale: ha-HOO, ha-HOO!
What prey are they tracking
Behind the cliff faces
Of human dwellings,
Beyond the streetlights
And down th..
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They're all afraid to scratch the surface,
Afraid to gaze upon the substrate
stripped of glaze.
I have a pack of printed cards,
The type one ord..
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