spread across the canvas
a damaged artichoke
caught in a tender moment
fearing demerits
as if they might arrive in badges
hands full with stitches and edging
there are cakewalks
this is not one
a tightrope went for a jaunt
too soon too soon
the cattleprod regrets
waiting until the watchtower boils
tea and sense at a quarter past four
there are adorable options
four and twenty handmedowns
words compounded, fractured
relapsed into anglo-saxon
the corner of jackson and vine
the eighties with the fourteens
where the seeping from the sewer lands
reaching out empty ears
turning seashells upward,
checking inside
alarm clocks wait in unlikely places
hello it is now
you are ready and not
here comes
struggles with a capital you
a fellow at the market
an antiquated sentiment
went around the corner for a euphemism
please forgive him it's his mother
his brother his heartache his lunch
he ate a bad review
a rejection letter in his soup
the cook denies the signature
the noodles a little overdone
the ending too pert, pat, predictable
evicting excessive characters
omitting unnecessary herds of words
storming strunkly over white
tied by spaces
chased in races no one's trained for
sprained laces and forest fires
no one looking in the right direction
booking the wrong vacation
uniting incoherent nations
i'd like to apologize for the appetizer
your incisor is calling/ it wants a bite
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