Blog post # 226:
(226 = 2*113.)
Inept Slander
Aside From Infinitesimals
Violent Blandness
Displaced Crescendo
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Anagrams:
Tough Failures
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His Future Goal
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See Balloon
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As Lone Lobe
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One poem, written today:
Its Fangs Oddly Not Of Teeth
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Solitary emptiness is hewn
from the concavity of
This partial sphere. Oh,
in the mouth among us,
A bulb ascends into
displaced crescendo, yes.
And again, the one cusp
equals that lip. Its
Angle is both vertical and
oblique, yet it obscures
Failing void with its protrusion,
with its breath.
For, here are these
two knives within. They
Are dissimilar but askew.
They rise from
Their floating unto
attachment. And the mouth
Is to dream of its shards,
of its fangs
Oddly not of teeth.
Throughout this jutting,
Thoughts do become
such a teratoma, do become
Such beautiful superstition
overtly chewed.
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Leroy
Sunday, September 4, 2011
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1 comment:
Wow, I love the way Inept Slander looks.
Except that you poetry still makes me sad.
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