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Pray

Pray, puss o globular, globule o
                                   a

sea urchin o                 a
          whole pea   o   slim pickings,
my universe...   whole wih holes

needn't long reach, fra inside poles.
Blind a mind, curtain a sense,
an    ar
you,    tri       
        my hole ↑
       dwell wih me,
                           a
                                  dole
pole t plug th ozone shatter hole
        our hug from a tap tap tap dole, bu,
                       urge        mind,
you, Pine°Sol planet,↑gain↑race↑hind↑pray.

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Bottom Lines

There’s a free bird out nights, musically as alive.
Night time, I spend alone, on drives;   old walnut
crushes crest the dash edge.   I thrive the old hive
a butt to my tires, babies no man touched or putt,
as blusters shade singers;   it’s spring, and I drive.
Blusters blow smoke out.   Walnuts surf dash butt
rim and out smoke more;   and I attempt to shrive;

in, goes numerous beats;   in, goes plum sensual elixir.
out the window, mind on you;   out the window, dope.
in, goes elixir air;   in, goes fixer air;   in, goes airy dope.

Bottom line, natural, wild bird on eggs, loses keys.

#poetry a #poetic #poem on #Bottom #Lines

Bottom Lines

There’s a free bird out nights, musically as alive.
Night time, I spend alone, on drives;   old walnut
crushes crest the dash edge.   I thrive the old hive
a butt to my tires, babies no man touched or putt,
as blusters shade singers;   it’s spring, and I drive.
Blusters blow smoke out.   Walnuts surf dash butt
rim and out smoke more;   and I attempt to shrive;

in, goes numerous beats;   in, goes plum sensual elixir.
out the window, mind on you;   out the window, dope.
in, goes elixir air;   in, goes fixer air;   in, goes airy dope.

Bottom line, natural, wild bird on eggs, loses keys.

#poem of #poetry

Whistle at Sunshine Bats

Before line of vision,    I’d
                     already   press things
    to
    drive at drive—
   cheat a whistle
                  at the sunshine
           bats
  at beat on my lids  —before I’d woken.

                 air strips, stripped my eyes,
        Years’ posters,
sucked lack of luck      —Blue Dog—
of a shellfish cracker crack a of shell
of spell wall,   lit, rainbow spirals,
         and Blue Dog’s most famous,
which woke a joke of self-yoke.

a #Poem of #Poetry

Shadow behind Happenstance

Happenstance, chance, a mark, a pure pop
of inspiration, a flash, a writ of blood anger,
flop on the crown top, be a sheer system.
El explosion explains our eclectic submission,
where miracles are a steal as credit’s vapor.

A close, on my account, is a forgotten photo—
sister, me, mom, and dad, the kids. I see roses.
Shaves, turns, burns, pushing hubbub, lie.
Lizards in helicopters, sent, trample species,
who closed connections, individuals, rubs—
y ellas películas spin in all and lame—
inside, snap in to sleeping shadow.