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I’m finally free of that albatross of a Manuscrypt [sic] for a while–sent it off just before noon. That also means I’m free of the blog-posting restriction I imposed on myself. So this is a celebration. POS can stand for any number of things–Point of Sale, for instance. Sybil has come to mean “crazy multiple-personality person” in recent years. It? IT is what IT is. Ease is what we all non-strivingly strive for some time or the other, and this is the time for this guy. More later. Over & out for now!

though the flight of a bird is trackless
the local turbulence tells volumes
as billions of molecules curlicue in queue
and wingflex wrestles in a full-nelson eddy

though the air is unstained we may imagine
imprint of alulae
flux of flutter
sinusoid swoop

pull dip pull dip pull
seek with unhuman acuity
parabolize trajectories onto prey
swim the firmament with a talon-clutched meal

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There are lots of quail in these parts. They make me think of if the Vatican were zapped with a morph-ray that turned all Vatican personnel into birds. The type most prevalent around here is the Gambel’s variety.

Here are the words to the double acrostic:

Q-Tip tops a cap of russet
Quirk is there–not hard to suss it
Ululations near & far
Angsty birdsong aria
In the feathered hoi polloi
Lilting comes to warbly boil

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I’ve got a thing about Birds, and I’ve got another thing about Words. Yesterday I was thinking about weird idioms like “kit and kaboodle” and “part and parcel”–and then “beck and call.” What does Beck bring to the party of Beck and Call? (Not the singer Beck, nor the brew Beck, you understand.)

This led me to birds, because Beck is equilaterally similar to Beak and Peck. Consequently I invented the above bird, which I christened the Abovebird.

Here are the words:

Tantric tautologies MAXIMIZE trivia
Holographed Fastballs lend Creedence to plumb
Endocrinologists Lymph to the servo
Beholding the HEADMAN the Jefe the Gov
Entreatment may heat up a feeling like love
Contentment enhances & sometimes makes numb
Kerplunk! went the ethics of Richard the III
Olfaction’s mixt blessing can bring on a brrr
For crucialities we wax undeterred

Ouch! that last line doesn’t scan right. Well, neither did the third line of Shakespeare’s sublime Sonnet XXIX. And Will & I–we’re like THAT. 🙂

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