its

this was made & posted last febuary . now found 'gen reposting . as its simi
liar to the one sent over to brim hier soir. its sense is not unlike
the other "go abroad"__ hahaha, not broad , or bored, or
broadband browed broad? broad her home.
anyhow, here it be. i think it work better as prose in poem or poemenprose? how genre play game of ducky.
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its become the craving for what is said about
that s led to that
no we wont ok we take silence for a bill private
no its not the point. what? i say still here.
not spread out blankets or gathered sheets
of foolscap risk the take of
sheets empty on the air electronic aural
the blister of termagent or yacking voices
of siren woof who hear
so much her own face to seize its authority
of you am
what power of something not dedication
to trust its smooth
arse not the site of dice

So when they saw the pearl behind her she was woof
to her guff its shaken faery a columbine to her bight
was Voice a matter over its gather the gird shaded
twined about its arm her lurking thing to jive its art.

Or wrought fired pillow its moth.


Its wand was pushed to above its head
her roger to ok was something wriggling to its stead
Now bore the clime its blather to rend.




Or some and sucha billow raise
its part the bull rumle its
argue to a pent down rage