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61Poem: Geometry
by foamysquirrel
Circlet down, Circlet down, The torque topple leaden from gilt. Copters and gods strike war in the meadows; Druids spin nude and cry with stilettos, Circling down to the ground. *** Boxes and tubes, Boxes and... published 3 months ago
53Poem: Pavement Typography and Quantum Magic
by foamysquirrel
Walking past the construction zone, Past "Road Closed -- No Entry," I spell on the concrete papyrus. *** The cuneiform paving stone Cracks cursive, Casting possibilities beneath. *** A twist of the ankle ... published 3 months ago
52Poem: More About Important Me
by foamysquirrel
All I want is boundless understanding, An awful pact to see my white gold heart. Except I don't like gold, white seems bland Or sometimes lily-white, like part Of a suit for lisping Frank O'Hara, and Those... published 3 months ago
48Two Versions
by foamysquirrel
When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the... published 3 months ago
56Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Duck Joke
by foamysquirrel
A duck walks into a bar, goes to the bartender, and asks, "Do you have any grapes?" The bartender says, "No, this is a bar; of course we don't have any grapes.” The next day, the duck walks into the bar,... published 3 months ago
43Poem: To Each According To His Need
by foamysquirrel
Chickens know not they are clowns or, actually, jesters wearing rubber caps on future dustmop handles, ripe for wringing, one last joke before the pot. Nor do pigs see their plutocracy, their wealth in slop... published 3 months ago
51Poem: Not Householder, Not Handy
by foamysquirrel
Ground in the door The plastic hook bears little weight. It can't inscribe its own hole, relies upon the gouges drilled by fumbling hands, by He Who Would Maintain and thereby show his competence to... published 3 months ago
44Poem: Buttpinch
by foamysquirrel
Halfway through a thought, my foiler love who loathes one-sided speeches gives a goose upon my breeches, calipers a cheek as if to measure hot-air quotients, maybe as if squeezing for a boil, or checking the... published 3 months ago
54Prose Poem: Dread, 09-2002
by foamysquirrel
Jenny sits upon the path. She is an uncarved stone, not a block, no longer abstractly careening at ungauged velocities with potential heroic deeds in countless directions. She has a definite shape, rubbed... published 3 months ago
56Poem: Uncervantes
by foamysquirrel
After the donkey OD, The burro falling off the main line Into sightless chasms, He saw the path had to alter course. In the Land of Asses Kicked and Names Taken, Glittering like mica chips beneath asphalt,... published 3 months ago
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