July 07, 2014

one-line tanka

going through the motions on a mindless morning I make no excuse for The Crown of Creation appearing to made of fluff


so damned humid it's like living in an aquarium I add a bubble-blowing diver and start a new philosophy


sob sob sulk and dream there must be better things to do with poetry than dwelling on lost loves with illusionary lovers


lost in the bog of prettiness and hearts make of smoke the notion that Romeo and Juliet had gut worms and rotten teeth

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