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Category: Poetry

Save vs. Squirrels

(sometimes IRC makes you speak in poetry) squirrels are vermin they have the plague don’t let them fool you with their beady eyes you will see the truth if you make your savings throw if not then you will try to negotiate with them and be charmed for sure

The Hourglass

DO but consider this small dust Here running in the glass, By atoms moved; Could you believe that this The body was Of one that loved? And in his mistress’ flame, playing like a fly, Turned to cinders by her eye? Yes; and in death, as life, unblessed, To have’t expressed, Even ashes of lovers [...]

Let’s Take a Walk

Let’s take a walk In the city Till our shoes get wet (It’s been raining All night) and when We see the traffic Lights and the moon Let’s take a smile Off the ashcan, let’s walk into town (I mean A lemon peel) Let’s make music (I hear the cats Purply beautiful Like hallways in [...]

i will wade out

i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun into my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against the darkness in the sleeping curves of my body Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery with chasteness of sea-girls Will I complete [...]

Silent Noon

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, The finger points look through like rosy blooms: Your eye smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms ‘Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass, All around our nest, far as the eye can pass, Are golden kincupfields with silver edge, Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorne [...]

On Putting Things in Order

File this, throw out that. Alert the Secretariat in re each claim and caveat To better serve the Cause of Alphabet. Throw out this, file that File this, throw that out, We know beyond all doubt how Perfect Order reconciles – And now throw out the files. -Kenneth Burke