The identification, elucidation, and sharing of patterns.
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She’s big enough to take a pull from dad wrote this, or someone, definitely not me No baby ever had a bottle this big. No baby was ever born this big. No baby was ever a thorn this big. seriously, quite sure this is someone else, what I wonder is if the words are being streamed or dug up from the pile or one of the ones i inherited or god dammit, even this part was already written. my whole life…
God, no.
Seriously, someone else wrote this and made me memorize it like thirty years ago.
If I knew more of knots I would take every needle, Knitting, or otherwise, And put Gordias to shame. Throbbing behind the Right eye Indicates an Invasion, a Rap, a tap, a Rape of the mind, or, at least its Eye. You put action out of reach Every time you cut. Cross my heart, Hope to to die, Sticking needles in our eyes Cripples as surely as the Snapping of Bones And Spines And I'd find another…
This is a land like Redwall Where hamsters and rats Conceive military hardware And hatch eggs With no thing inside. This is a land where dogs Rule the roost And witches turn the folk to Cows and pigs and All manner of livestock. This is a land where axolotls Wear crowns and wield Rods which call thunder and quakes To shake the the roots of every Proud tree. This is a jungle like no other, Where…
I dare you to watch a firefly blink Without falling into the Absence of light As it changes position. Stars do this if you watch long enough And stand in the right spot. At least, that's what we've been told. Watch, and fall, and gasp for breath. Open your eyes to a late June sky In a valley that is no valley. Crickets and frogs and owls and all the nocturnal cries Threaten to sing you to sleep If…
Who wants to hear about sunrises? Those who stare too long at The moon, That's who. Are you? One of the few, One of the brave, One of broken And bitter Who split their mind in two, Or three, Or more? Or, lessons needing to be learned, Have you wiped that gray slate clean? Only to thrust new branches at the sky, Ready for Legions of lesions to be earned Inside this dome of hours? Chromosomes yield…
(Or Quadruple S Salad)
Fireflies do not belong in jars. The first clue Is the dulling of their glow, Fading like a star. Next clue, should be obvious, Remember how they flew Beneath the sky In the haze of the setting sun And compare it to how their legs Slide upon the glass. Third clue, They are just like us, Seeking a mate In the shade of the trees. Unlike bees, They have no hive, And so they strive, To light the dark…
Sorry, it’s been like a year since I worked on this.
