february first/on the winter scene burst/some are blest some curst
groundhogs tomorrow/are imbued with magical/prognostication
friday the 13th/february means friday/the 13th in march
other months making fun/of februaries call them/”shortie” “lil febbie”
an early sundown/a protracted sense of doom/to steal a soul’s heat
when a dog shivers/huddling in a bitter wind/your home is her home
holiday lights twink/and hot cider makes you think/cheer is a good brink
footprints in the snow/so you look up and fog breath/shows some exertion
electric blankets/make you feel like toasted bread/better turn it down
somehow meteors/despite incineration/look frightfully cold
you are a furnace/and it is your duty now/to provide your warmth
somehow Dorothy/became Aunt Dodo. i tell/you, it was aukward.
a hummingbird worked/as a dental hygienist/known as Numbing Bird.
blue-footed boobies/in throes of erotic love/act like the Rockettes.
the hood of my car/was sarcastically bombed/with two Mockingturds.
when the Pigeon/indignantly walked by it/flipped me a Human.
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Fun fact: My mother really had an Aunt Dodo. I do not know if her real name was Dorothy.
In the fancy new
Restaurant surrounding him
With Luxury, Truth.
truestoryku
dined last friday with
seven poetic women–
Paradise enow!
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diveku
desperate fellow
sleeps close to the front entrance–
my kind of Bar, eh?
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hardballku
the stitching suggests
blunt force trauma and assault
taken for the Team
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cupku
first i fill the cup
then the cup i made fills me
we are all Vessels
the gamblin’ fool
sits on the dark, not gambling,
somber and sober.
3
cream of consciousness
some call it hyperfocus
sight insight super sight
.
2
dream of consciousness
it is elusively lucid
wake up then Wake Up
.
3
scream of consciousness
I CANNOT BELIEVE
MY COUNTRY–nOT HERE not NOW
THE MADNESS NEVER en
she thought of Betty,
eyes closing when she lay down,
on the slow fast days.
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the gondolier punts.
his name is Hafiz and he
calls her Doll, and smiles.
Silence is so accurate. Mark Rothko
the above is fog
not a mark rothko painting
but they are cousins
one three five seven
odd numbers e’en intervals
hey, what are the odds?
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wake up and feel odd
once vertical things e’en out
stay vertical, friends
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e’en at its darkest
half our planet is dazzling
when seen from above
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“what’s with the E’ens, Gair??”
“for the punchline, friend: even
Even can be odd.”
One with Clay, Image and Text 