Ars Poetica (html vers)
O o o that shakespearean rag!
What the hell is it..
What the hell is it about this b l a
n k
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you only fire blanks...
seize dirt scoop sand, as quick as it rolls wet and sliding
down the negative space between my fingers
but little grains stick in my fingernails
forever!
roll around the alphanumerian contrarian make believe up my sleeve
apple core thurston moore license plate always late
willy nilly dilly dally wander just fine
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okra seeds plastic beads, mended quilts circus stilts.
dark green moss and dental floss!
coffee jitter. kitty litter.
I AM OMNISCIENT I AM IN THE IRIS OF THE BIRDS EYE. I AM WATCHING FIELDS RUSH BELOW ME AND THE OCEANS CHURN. WITH
VIOLENT WAVES THEY SWALLOW YOU WHOLE. I AM THE DEVIL OF SOLITUDE, I STAND ON A CLIFF ABOVE THE HEAP.
BUT I, EYE I, BENEATH A ROUGHER SEA.
is what i would say if i was a poet.
thankfully i know all the poets are liars,
to the penetralium!
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< !DOCTYPE UNCLEAR > tab. I [ * ] and then I [ ] her with a spoon [ ** ] through the door (?) [ ] and the blood [ ].fin
i laid at the foot of the altar and knew it was my [ ] and my mother* [
] were all opening and closing their mouths like fish.
[ ] was there.
THEN I FOUND IT. THE [ ].
and it was sw [(arming?) ] lines of ants.
and the flies walked on the ground. and
it was good [ (i?)] opened the door [
] turn to [ **] and say "i need to move my operations here." or something like that.
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