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Do Not Drink Decaf Into That Bleak Morn: A Parody
Do not drink decaf into that bleak morn, Old beans should grind and strain at ope of shop; Brew, brew against the bustle and the horn. Though wise whipping-toppers give black no scorn, Because their forks have cakes with which to swap, Do not drink decaf into that bleak morn. Good beans, that last all year, brighter than corn, Their frail seeds having dried in a green crop, Brew, brew against the bustle and the horn. Children would say to those yet to be born, You’ll learn, too late, to resist a black drop, Do not drink decaf into that bleak morn. Java, near boil, that smooths a throat of thorns, Soothed throats could praise like me
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The Beggar's Pantoum
Focus on the hand, The hand holds the hat. When the neck limps down And when the eyes close The hand holds the hat. It’s never heavy. And when the eyes close, Falling copper rain. It’s never heavy. Pooling pockets of Falling copper rain, It tastes like coffee. Pooling pockets of Acid in the mouth, It tastes like coffee Left out seven days. Acid in the mouth, Heavy like a head Left out seven days In the sun’s huge light: Heavy like a head When the neck limps down In the sun’s huge light. Focus on the hand.
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Internal 360: A Pantoum
To begin with, a thought brought me doubt-- that I reached, with a thought for the end that I reached. And the start for the end was the end. And the start was a fear. Was the end the journey? Was a fear changing me? The journey, for all its changing me, was nothing. For all it's brought me, doubt was nothing to begin.
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Form Less
Sorry, freer verse, we're still made from fad- ing forms, fads, norms, status quo atoms, though we want new font to distract from fact, all we can be: cursed chemistry, floating endlessly.
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The Beautiful Suicide of Narcissus
there was nothing left to do with the peak conquered all that came after was a shallow petty thing life gone from bees trees now wrappings fill the earth with air the drunk oil invents an atmosphere of hollow costs what price momentarily perfect lost perception of a generation fogbound at the water’s edge splashing to make the best reflection even better telling ourselves what our minds can’t see beyond the other children our children beyond the other lives our lives beyond the other realities our lies important beyond doom the lone jammer tries to focus wifi scrambles thoughts passing through you like neutrinos can’t
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Reality TV
you’re told to cut off a piece of yourself any piece any piece you can live without what can you live without the game is loss the winner is nothing but what is essential we never follow the winner back into the world where you can still find waiting that real absence of story
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Modern Morality: A Ghazal
We possessed the book of nothing that would matter To those with magazines on the same matter. The protester who faces the dark cannon can't imagine what it means: his sprayed gray matter. We emerge, clean as a chef's clean dishes, Steaming, hot, sanitized against certain matter. The scope could be infinite. But for now It's built to scrutinize the dark matter. Mother, only ever meant for decomposition, Had worms made an entirely different matter. Even the victim can't help asking The voice in her head, "What's the matter?" "It changes to survive," said the philospher, "When it's done changing, it's the death of the matter."
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Trust and Doubt: A Pantoum
I've seen signs in so many people, nothing insignificant, saying, "Follow me in." So many people wear that expression, saying, "Follow me. Wear what I wear." That expression exhausts my mind, and I wear. What I wish: to never inhale exhausts. My mind and I free to choose, to wish, to never inhale something I might regret: free. To choose to know it might all mean something. I might regret if I discover, know, it might all mean nothing; insignificant if I discover I've seen signs.
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Piano Armageddon: An Image Poem
white gloves now a mountain range of keys a maple grown up through splitting beech a House Finch hunting termites ascends a descendant of a house cat climbs middle C naps hungry in a nest of tortile spring steel falling pedals fallen hammers a river-rhythm of chirrs in perfect time - light churns empty houses like broken keys windows whistle wind a staff of highway vehicles stiff as black notes batteries sing siren songs heaps of laundry bears nose for soft organs dehydrating cages naked humans an audience of angry silence a black sky a blue point a chorus of frightful screams and the rest
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Saruman's Lightning
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Do Not Drink Decaf Into That Bleak Morn: A Parody
Do not drink decaf into that bleak morn, Old beans should grind and strain at ope of shop; Brew, brew against the bustle and the horn. Though wise whipping-toppers give black no scorn, Because their forks have cakes with which to swap, Do not drink decaf into that bleak morn. Good beans, that last all year, brighter than corn, Their frail seeds having dried in a green crop, Brew, brew against the bustle and the horn. Children would say to those yet to be born, You’ll learn, too late, to resist a black drop, Do not drink decaf into that bleak morn. Java, near boil, that smooths a throat of thorns, Soothed throats could praise like me
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The Beggar's Pantoum
Focus on the hand, The hand holds the hat. When the neck limps down And when the eyes close The hand holds the hat. It’s never heavy. And when the eyes close, Falling copper rain. It’s never heavy. Pooling pockets of Falling copper rain, It tastes like coffee. Pooling pockets of Acid in the mouth, It tastes like coffee Left out seven days. Acid in the mouth, Heavy like a head Left out seven days In the sun’s huge light: Heavy like a head When the neck limps down In the sun’s huge light. Focus on the hand.
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Internal 360: A Pantoum
To begin with, a thought brought me doubt-- that I reached, with a thought for the end that I reached. And the start for the end was the end. And the start was a fear. Was the end the journey? Was a fear changing me? The journey, for all its changing me, was nothing. For all it's brought me, doubt was nothing to begin.
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Form Less
Sorry, freer verse, we're still made from fad- ing forms, fads, norms, status quo atoms, though we want new font to distract from fact, all we can be: cursed chemistry, floating endlessly.
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The Beautiful Suicide of Narcissus
there was nothing left to do with the peak conquered all that came after was a shallow petty thing life gone from bees trees now wrappings fill the earth with air the drunk oil invents an atmosphere of hollow costs what price momentarily perfect lost perception of a generation fogbound at the water’s edge splashing to make the best reflection even better telling ourselves what our minds can’t see beyond the other children our children beyond the other lives our lives beyond the other realities our lies important beyond doom the lone jammer tries to focus wifi scrambles thoughts passing through you like neutrinos can’t
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Reality TV
you’re told to cut off a piece of yourself any piece any piece you can live without what can you live without the game is loss the winner is nothing but what is essential we never follow the winner back into the world where you can still find waiting that real absence of story
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Modern Morality: A Ghazal
We possessed the book of nothing that would matter To those with magazines on the same matter. The protester who faces the dark cannon can't imagine what it means: his sprayed gray matter. We emerge, clean as a chef's clean dishes, Steaming, hot, sanitized against certain matter. The scope could be infinite. But for now It's built to scrutinize the dark matter. Mother, only ever meant for decomposition, Had worms made an entirely different matter. Even the victim can't help asking The voice in her head, "What's the matter?" "It changes to survive," said the philospher, "When it's done changing, it's the death of the matter."
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I enjoyed this little shout out from :devparsat: but the rest is worth reading. 
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Thank you for the favorite! Impressive poetry too by the way.
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Thank you for the fav Small Heart Bullet (Pink) - F2U! Small Heart Bullet (Pink) - F2U! Small Heart Bullet (Pink) - F2U! 
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Thanks for the fave!
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Thanks for the fave!! :D
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merci pour les favs :) (Smile)
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