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June 2021

Snibbets
June 6, 2021

Brief ideas sketched out over the past two years or so in a kind of experiment. They're really just beginnings of some "poems" that I have to get around to working on. But, it's fun to see them lined up like this, where there is no context whatsoever, no editing, and each snibbet is not related to any other.


"Around the Perimeter
Momentary scars scratch the surface.
Frogs on the windshield. Frogs under wheels.
The pop. Microwaved grapes with power windows.
Gouges and gages, and my face hurts. Now is not the time. Loose skin and blind stares.
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Appointments
Ceremonial niches glued. Pay-per-view cartoons. My own eyes. Directed attention. Diverted intention. Listening to speeches. Watches in motion. Motionless and speechless. Slide rulers with sidereal fixation. Closed function.

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Epistemic Epidemic
Trained by donkeys. Naming particles. Formulas without life. Rest stops and sky lounges Purchasing air. Time without text. Nothing is next.
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Massive
Eructation. Scar Pits and mass production. Bird chirps at different dawns. Groundskeepers and architects shifting round. Give it more gas or dig up a foot.
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Weasels
Too much aspirin will give a headache. Copyright laws are antiseptic. Truncation. Save, don't save. Cartoon balloons over repair shops. Plastic surgeons and adoration. Ugly without patients. That would be a ball. Allied forces leaving stains while whistling. Gussied up for ratings, swallowing chicks live.
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Migraines At Breakfast
Keep your mimosas. Keep your floral patterns. Mother's Day and a splash of pajamas. Spasms and spoons. Drying heaves making light. re: Having to sit through a brunch of pseudo-guidos celebrating their 90-year-old mother and paying too much for the buffet.
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Press Conference My Ass
Trivial purses of the hoarder clans. Schooled in churches without borders. Silent monasteries when people shit out boulders from deferent prune sacks. Reasoning, seasoning. Hearses well maintained.
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Muscular Intonation
At five the promotions started. Urging pressure. Impressed minds. Unsung remedies. Give to be wanted.
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Dodging Mullets
The bow ties. Blowout rifles. Compression socks and gelatin. Stars on the ceiling until it rains. Checkbooks near the windowsill. Underestimated value. They tie bows.
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Disabling the Disabled
Death. Dysphoria. Decimals. Dungeons. Dunces. Dowry. Drownings. Dials. Ditto. Discourse. Deities. Demons. Dragged. Despised. Despot. Depot. Drug Lord.
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Dog Breeders
Multifaceted scabs on the real mutts. Family crests and scales. Projection and devotion. Feeding stalled sables. Solar panels in hell. With age comes dictators. Records lost in time. Hey, General. Cold metal slabs.

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Silent Drain Plugs
Scratching at the surface will lead you back to null. The face one wears outside becomes the one you wrought. A catheter remains. In the darkness blood boils one more bag of rice. Benefactors and the lack of skyscrapers. Pulling luggage again.
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Casket On the Dead Sea
Floating along, drifting like ambassadors shrouded with wood, spikes and teeth. Nowhere to go but upward or underneath. The sky is clear, and the part that bothers one are dogs that swim after fools like a folding chair wait to begin.
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The Sunburn In My Ear
At least it hasn't moved boiling children. Cloaked in butter, toiling in flower beds. Red hair and ten rows of caffeine. Blisters on the scalp and biscuit bones made of plaster. Death to neighbors and I ain't whistling Dixie.
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Meatloaf On a Sundae
You could walk it off with nowhere to go, listening to lies while filing. recipes to follow, Moondogs on your bleeding heels. Spatulas out. Tarantulas in. Upward bound with the future filtered. And then we ran when it was raining."
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Wandering the Empty Corridors Of the Mothership
by Zombalaya
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