SPICY PANGOLIN
February 7, 2017
spicy pangolin twice infused reverent frosted coldly calculating yet indifferent to time i harvest your soul
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LIMERICK TIME
February 4, 2017
There once was a politician who used to be a physician. When asked why he changed, he said, ‘I’m deranged, which is why I sought this position.’
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STATUS
January 25, 2017
first the tomato second the insurrection third the platter with its leaf of lettuce fourth the aftermath fifth death wearing its starched apron
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LOOMING
January 2, 2017
childish behavior is to be expected from children experts agree from a president-elect of the united states? looming catastrophe
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PRINDELILAH HASTINGS
December 28, 2016
Prindelilah Hastings never was in sight. She hid all day under hay and crept out in the night. She always carried a jar of tar and a stick with which to write, ‘Prindelilah Hastings was here! Oh yes! That’s right!’
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THE WINTER SOLSTICE LIMERICK
December 21, 2016
When tilted away from the sun Up north we have lots of fun We dance in the dark And lark in the park Until, exhausted, we’re done
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RACE
December 12, 2016
i raced the river the river raced me to the sea i tripped over a boulder hurt my left shoulder the river ran by why not i? in triumphant swallow to be consumed by the sea alas, not to be
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A FAREWELL TO NOVEMBER
November 30, 2016
o leaf i remember your last dance of life it was a rumba, i clearly recall o tree how you swayed in the blustering wind i, too, have been often that drunk o world you twist on your axis just so like a pigeon confused by bells pealing from numerous hells farewell november
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RAYMOND CHANDLER’S HEAD
November 14, 2016
raymond chandler’s head was often found in bed but only when he slept and never when he wept while gnashing of his teeth raymond ate a bar of heath sitting on the lawn raymond drank ’til dawn a shaky quivering husk he drank then until dusk staggering to and fro he dreamed up Phil Marlowe
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