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poem (Marginalia)

  Poem (Marginalia along the NE Corridor) What about fractions?. I’ve got some Reservations about them and also electricity As it is incarnated in a light bulb. Forget  about color, it’s winter. I wish Luigi P. Would come flying. The heel of Elohim Deus ex machina. Not high on my list Is loyalty. Sincerity, and it’s opposite. Snake eyes, a low ceiling fan and other Little Winds of artifice. A hopeless sortie Into the spirit world, Robert the Devil What goes on in the beehive? Beauty And now it’s time to do the chores.

poem (poem party)

poem party When should copying, be practical paratactical    like a parachute prime ordinal? Plupart du temp, pine away for printemp prairie dog, on pretty party prizes, for such pirates please. Pandering after activities for the princely potential potentates primarily pleased by such pleasure. Patagonia pine, deliberate delinquent portraiture. Eager platitudes colored. Think now potato peony plum blossom less than purple. Praise practicality, no sense of property. So let's pale in prospect, pandemonium. Pin to pain, painting to the prosperous pastiche of pasty pearls. Possibly. Petunias some pastime for the pens. Pascagoula pas-de-deux too. Rain  down on peoples port-to-port presently peaceful, perambulate like punies, ponies. Punic as in sense of the heroic. Parables  devoid of profoundly passive pronouns pecular, dire palindromes Oh pearly and playful. Are they? Don't pass the pistol. Papago jelly pesky proud profound  punctual and oh...

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poem (the burning furrows)

Poem (the burning furrows) But who is anyway he whiles away painting at him whose very name feels like meningitis and at this point how about the bow and arrow episode we were delicate things. I should drop  a line. Telephone. After all I don't think so. The devil about the house, yes. was there caterwauling? or intricate novels deserving of penalty, of rivulets some plankton is floriferous dinner,  Dahlia forgot to ask questions. We all forget the spoiled, the burning furrowed.

poem (the paint is sighing)

poem (the paint is sighing) The paint is signing for the wood Which seems enjoyable compared to the entire L.A. basin The Huntington was once an avocado also a citrus ranch. From above the freeway is a necklace, rubies and diamonds. This is real estate. The flux of movement from one room to the other is . . .Where are  the dowdy bathers? First in the West.