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Turn Shadows Out!
Trouncing boredom about Inside the skin With a sonorous rout, A short-lived win, An ominous bent. Oh, empty whine – Melodies bounce And plod, with rhythm And a polling pounce. Convulse and shout A piercing, loud Unrelenting sound. Oh, synapse … Continue reading
The Diving Bell
The diving bell And ghastly pale – Twisted thoughts All torn, like hells Imagined well In ages dark Cast arcing swells That leave bewildered Lies and tales Dripping grimly On tongue tips scared To be, to fail. Kevin Sampsel
Pointillism
By the curious arrangement of particles, what was disconnected is now A chair, A washboard, An old house, A mattress Some flowers, A cityscape, A figure in a boat, A Lion, Thomas Edison, Expired insect. Each portrait the configuration of … Continue reading
Death of the Jellyfish
Once upon a jelly time, this little guy swam through the ocean with bobs sending shockwaves into offending flesh Now, how the luminescent have fallen, he (she?) is a small disc, blackened at edges I never knew you had been … Continue reading
Rhino Garden
A tree, the color of ash, root system like the humped back of a massive slow-moving creature, decorating a small circle of sidewalk, a space at the bottom large enough to hide a baby basket inside Beyond, the truck parked, … Continue reading
The Lost Aeon
A rain-soaked afternoon in late September Brought back memories galore, Drenched to the skin, every wet pore Exasperates, enervates, suffusing A heightened sense of liquid agitation to my core. The tumultuous wind gnawing and ravishing The rabid landscape like a … Continue reading
Only if it were a Trifle
She was begging by the roadside… begging for alms… for small change, if you had some to spare. A torn, ragged sari draped around her feeble, emaciated body. She had worn those six yards for eternity, it was the only … Continue reading
Kitsch under the Marmosa
Crimson pontiff. Inoculated grizzlies. A charred poster with serrated edge, bargained for at the crossroads. Tainted smear of gray at the wizened temples; Threadbare negligee of gold and green, gaudy like some ill-formed daguerreotype of old. Armorial trophies, once brazen … Continue reading
The Messieurs, The Masses, The Messes
In our nation, a polar coalition Petrodollars sprawl far from perturbation Our headache – spending the oil boom The long-capped president senses no doom Thirty Gregorian calendars used and dumped The tune up the pharynx metamorphosed and changed Graft and … Continue reading
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Way’s Weight
If you don’t wait To weigh A way Prior to walking The way You’re a wayfarer Wandering Away From The Way Abiodun Soretire
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