Math Kit Gift (To Be Expected)
5-20-20
And if I were a child again
I count the hours among us in Miriam
And then play all of my Dylan archives
To celebrate his among another Ophilia crutch in my marigold bird
And soon again the excess as to open like a sky wherein i can cleave to you
Too deep for fleshly winds to grasp as a battleship was I as to be a kaliadascope
To dull the tenth of your hand
Let mine be your dream in a warm Zimmersman's right
And severed style for rues no longer on our trip to Greenland
For Stablished fife drawn for excess of godlike cemetary....
Speed The Spoil (Hasten The Booty)
5-20-20
As written in the letter from the Bermudas
And eyes of our desirous even to must the deed associated in the blood
As yearning blows over you by green glimpses of cybernetic orchards
O, the night watch of my brown hen full of day
Known to backlash in the area of better things
Holding out for something sweeter
That I am the want needing to baffle the you that is in me
To pour out the heavy flame very much satisfied live for today first loving it today
Pining and snoozing it as to just pray.....
At the weekend I nearly posted "Poet, why you no feed me?" though I know better than to pressure creativity. On delighting in newly uploaded verses I wonder again whether
ReplyDelete- your work is sourced from some keyword-fuelled grammatically trained AI with edits, or perhaps fridge-magnet word-art with sculpted additions,
- whether repeated words announce a waiting verbal puzzle
- whether you are two or more writers
- whether you are two or more writers plus a computer algorithm
Then my pattern-mind takes over and I both spot and project hidden contiguities and veiled meanings, take my dog out and make coffee.