Found underneath a gooseberry bush, some time past. A purveyor of pomes and posey, liking nothing more than to be thumbing his flaming jangle music all hours.
In parks of tall trees
in unusual cities
the homeless sleep up in the branches
the youngest climb down for the day, to sit and supplicate under affluent boot heels
returning each night they ascend to shelter, settling snuggly into their pod-like bowers
the pods grow around them and snap into...
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Tuesday
what a morning to be ing that sun down, into now
today will be more than more than
what a mistake to be bored with your life
pleased to see that you're over it, you seem to be having it all
the morning after
oh no! Too slow! It's mrs. Morning doubtful-doubtful, effing on and on and...
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The town lapsed into silent outlines
and fell asleep by two
each day she'd watch the city die
happiness is a yesterday thing - not like that dream she had
in pink with dancers - to a halt
into the canvas flat
sits at her table
she will work the world to shape
and bend it to her will
but...
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You can throw your fruit away if you really want to
you can smush the spiders on the ceilings and walls
i will mend the rope so you can crawl up the sand dune
we can sit for still minutes in silent repose
you can do those things that will make you feel comfortable
harmless peccadilloes, little...
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She said, "that must be it for me"
so i said, "no - you've got the lethargies"
"watch", she said
that's what she said
my luck is an open joke and i've got nothing to say
he said, "oh boy, you're running clean"
i said, "don't disrespect the...
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Dandelion
what price the favour to unfold? Dandelion
uprise the favourer! Dandelion
your yellow leaches to the squall
dandelion
follow in together
dandelion
dandelion
hirsute and favourite
the weedling whitening to weightless
lions tooth elixir
wind-borne springtime seeder
on the...
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