An entirely different sort of poem, a ‘flowing’ form quite the opposite of the norm, where the poet stacks one rhyme atop another, only for their ladder to fall, agonisingly so, having to watch all of his/her work cascade into a pool below, diluted and droll, full of mixed up metaphor, big words, little ones unable to catch their breath and stand in line, try as they might, what was once a glorious stream of rhyme now foregone, a fascinatingly wrong turn taken
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Recent Poems
- “Of course they understand something everyone else does, except… …. that they do it with their Listening-Ears At F-U-L-L Mast— full cast.”
- As Blue in the Face As HumAnly Imaginable
- Throw-way poem pieces. Just Scribblings 🖊
- The Trouble With Paradise.
- Falling InLove with A Thousand Circumstances At HanD
- Mission to Oceania ~ if they answer r-e-a-l-l-y LIES(!) in the Laboratory
- Combing the surface of the surefire sun with a blade of Petrifyingly HEATED Understandings.
- “We Watched Venom Scream, then… sleep. And we will Do It Again.”
- They of Complimentary conundrums
- Below-Minus on the Scale of Petrification.
- “We of Reversed Chemical Mechanisms.”
- Ironclad intimacY(?)
- “What’s Deeper Than A Diving Bell And Higher Than A Butterfly(?)”
- The Meaning of a Manoeuvring MAnneRisM . And she loves that about them
- Unblocked emotions ~~ stuck on the track(marks) // there’s a dagger in the moon
- I never strove for anything other than a balance with the OCD 😊
- What gives?
- Editors, Baby!
- Crying over Spilt… Caffeine, Actually. “What about all of those wonderfully CapSizeD conversations though, Huh?”
- ‘The Deafening Delicates’
- False Alarms At DaWn . Fire Bells and Snakes & Ladders That Never Should’ve HappenEd
- Designing a Tool to Sit With Silence, Only they ended UP Designing a SingSong of Mind while they were at it
- Pockmarked Plagiarists
- “… … And Now They Don’t.”
- “If They Saw What We Did To Be delicate Then They’d Trust Us With EVERYTHING.”
- High~Class HoundDAWGS
- Barking Mad BeaUtiful
- Empire State of Brain: “that thing called dancing with an unperturbed state of Grace”
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- “What if we told you… they sold their souls for the price of NON-purCHASEable gold?”
- — the HasSle Of Having It ALL
- LoOpEr
- Consider it NOT done – like shovelling cement with a feather inside of their heads
- Potty-Mouthed statues As We Pass Them in The StreeT
- “What they did is they… Preoccupied their Bruised AnD BeTtEreD minds.”
- “Like a Grain Of Sand. Their P€N is their hand(.)” 🤔
- They of CracKpOt Comprehensions And Apprehensive IdeaLs .
- A Harbour Called Constant Creation
- ‘A gracious Nature In A WorlD of mIxedUP hearSAY(!)’
- “Just Ducking Out For A While – to find a Concocted Smile”
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