Poems Written near the end of February 2011
we rise up
like a dew drop
under the sun
Behind that cliff
on the wing
3. [Nonsense verse]
There is a wild and mysticated wood
haunted by phantom familiars
that stalk the ether that sometimes lodges
in the fragrance of certain particulars.
Beware you footed of where you step
and avoid both halves of gray;
and before the murmuring lays its snares
be sure you've slipped away
Ah ye home stuck dreamers
here's a remedy for you:
a little ground up unicorn horn
mixed in a honey-filled spoon.
I hate prefaces,
intros, and prologues!
If you agree
then turn the page.
The deaf Texan signed with a drawl.
Nobody is more needy than rich people
We are not wise enough to discuss the paranormal yet.
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