Being unique is nothing so special
said the chrome snowflake to the steer
when we arrived we were machined of rare metal
mirrored glass and crystal clear
an automaton designed to beat the devil
but we're just a nonbinary queer
russet twisted juddering
like a football lump of tarry phlegm
inside our side this malevolent thing
we feel it there and we can't sing
a spot of pitch-pocked bedraggled meat
it weighs a ton we drag our feet
trudging ever on it seems
no hope left on which to cling
gross or revolting foul or foetid
happiness joy glee or contentment
poetry writings songs lyrics or verses
cars trucks trailers buses or hearses
Synonymous identical coincident apposite
think of come up with inspiration then draw it
Saturday, February 26, 2022
A Fine Day for a Little Rage
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The Fin of Mays
Oh Moon please hear my fondest wish turn my earring into a microwave dish: I'd aim it at the Pamir Knot if I were made into a robot! ...
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a ragnarok of ribbons, armageddon in a comfy chair a soft apocalypse is ending another one's over there follow the down feathers and...
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lily unfolds her petals of agony a boiling volcano erupts in my thigh there is no god to me but this battery all day and every night now...
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I am but the rudest beast one ever looked upon big and loud, always talking, probably poops on lawns a mirror is no friend of mine and I c...
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