Riddichio Lettuce

Rhythmically frightening,
Punch drunk lightning,
Subtlety, subtly, subtlety.

The tenor man's shoulders,
A blue, blues soldier,
Broadly broadly broadly.

Senses notated,
An intricate salad.
Riddichio lettuce.





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Pointy Bits

Close your umbrella,
It's just a sunshower.
Let the blessed rain fall on your blessed head.

The umbrella
Lowers your horizon,
You can't see the rainbow.

I can't see your eyes.

And when you wave those pointy bits at the edges near my face it freaks me out.




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Blue Notes

While I was out playing blue notes to pay our rent,
She was out giving me reason 

To play them. 

I saw her 
On the corner
Of Flattened Fifth and Lex.
She'd told me Lex was her clarinet teacher, 

But there wasn't room

For a cane reed

Between

Their 

Lips.

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Ko-Fi

Hold The Feelings, Thanks

What's muesli for?

Why are cats?

What do reality shows about women who are married to famous men do?

How do conversations about shoes justify themselves?

What has carrot got to do with cake? What has cake got to do with carrot?

Who is that singer, the one that sang that song?

Yes, more bacon please, and a conversation with no feelings in it, thanks.

Thank you.



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Drum, Song Lyrics

Drum (song lyrics)


Your heart
Beats me like a drum, no
And your eyes
They burn me like the sun.
Your mouth
Shoots me like a gun.
My love,
We've only just begun.

I'm going to ride it like a wave,
And sail it like a storm.
Gonna' ride you like a wave,
Sail you like a storm.

Your touch
Breaks me like a string,
And your arms,
They bind me like a ring.
Your kiss
Thaws me like the Spring.
My love,
You are my little wing.

I'm going to ride it like a wave,
And sail it like a storm.
Gonna' ride you like a wave,
Sail you like a storm.

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Ko-fi

Day Is Done

Day is done.
Pull the orange blind,
Pull the black curtain.

Day is done.
Shut the candle,
Blow out the door.

Day is done.
Squeeze out the last of the toothpaste,
Spit out the last of the feelings.

Day is done.
Shed clothes,
Shed skin.

Day is done.
Bed alone,
Bed alone.

Day is done.
Pull the black curtain,
Day is done.






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Ko-Fi

He Wrote This Poem For Her

He wrote this poem for her, 
Wrote it carefully,
In his best handwriting,
On a clean sheet of paper.

Folded the paper neatly,
Slotted this poem he wrote for her into the back of his passport.

And left.






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