Category: muse
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Poem 9
oh historic asp of fortune, strike truemy breast and lay me low upon the ages!beside cleopatra, though no lowerpleb than I ever was born. strike true, asp!strike true that I may die with my beloved!strike true that I do leave this tortured worldbehind to the hands of anonymousothers who might or not love with passionall…
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poem 6
it matters nothing that the screen is blankit matters nothing that the screen is filledthe flow of words, the stream of consciousness:do these matter? what matter? what meaningto find in these ancient letters – magicthat we scribble thus and it causes usto hallucinate in a predictablepattern we call reason or logic. yetreality abides not our…
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poem 5
searching for a couplet in the dim din of my mindjust a muddle and chaos do I find:too little sleep, too much worry, it alladds up to knock you down – a working stifffinds little peace throughout the week. you fallinto exhaustion’s ruts and wonder ifthe whole damn shitshow isn’t some viciouslie, some trick –…
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Yearend Challenge
to write 100 poems by midnight 1 Jan 2024.
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Kali Dances
we went to kinney’s down on sixth becausewe like the jukebox, filled with old jazz and bluesstandards and classics from the nineteen-twentieson. kali especially likes munk and dukeellington and hoagie carmichael, andkali sizzles when she dances, so weall kept her happy, pumping dollars oneafter another and in fives to keepthe music fresh and hopping as…
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Poet & Muse #197
or perhaps bitter . . .
Fringemonkey Scribbles 