a frosted rose grows no thorns
gathers no scorn
threads no needles with haystacks
lax measures have led us here
there was no protection
no plan for contingency
delinquency present everywhere
the reverse of confusion
wait until it comes around again
ringing bells without end
round cast iron/ reeled in
sketch a handmedown shopping list
discard the lard
apple dumplings will have to wait
fated transit across the atlantic
a mechanic and a carpenter
a real estate professional
an off-brand postal worker
how's that for a knee jerk
reaction collapsing time on its head
instead of feet meeting
the pavement in ordinary collisions
division streets
cross-purposed alleys
straddling the dinosaur footsteps
look i am invincible
barely erasable in latex caution
proteins in the air waves
save the party
recycle your grudges
nudges to the left/ back to center
enter the ender
the starter has gone off
a gun begun in infancy
in fancy hands
lace cuffs/ pinky rings/ silver spoons
wait until the landlord finds out
no clout enough to process this fluff
wait there was something i
no let me apologize first
rehearsed overtures
no i never meant to
thanks i've sent you
(in redundant abundance)
shall i pour a pot of tea
wait until the market opens
then we'll know the price
the right spice
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1 comment:
the reverse of confusion
an off-brand postal worker: i would like to be this
division streets: i like this it could be a name for something
oooooo you're the right spice :)
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