Two amorously leaning props, they duel to woo her, a far-glowing mistress, with their neon spins and flash-bulb reels that burn untempered torches against the black-lit night. One flings his golden lines, tracing over-stated claims to crowned velocities..
Topics: Poetry

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My sign of the times teetered slowly down the sidewalk a discounted pizza box balanced precariously on her head
Topics: Poetry

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I changed my part from right to left not to better my look, but to skip over this rut
Topics: Poetry

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Plump-fully fleshed, it sits to me not unlike a cloth of sacked potatoes, though it's so pinkly dripped and more misshaped in its stranger bulgings. This would-be man's clubby arms and double-stubbly legs tacked onto a drooping goop that he...
Topics: Poetry

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We often bemoan fleshed fates we've been dressed without trying another
Topics: haiku, Poetry

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