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Friday, November 27

consines and sins

extensions and complications
revisions and innervations
demonstrations and halibutations
palpitations and papalizations
participations and homogonizations
regurgitations and influenzations
nation-stations and innebriations
reclamations and bastardizations
frustrations and calculations
retentions  and explanations
 inventions and permutations

collusion b

pumping gas fingers clenched
cold saturation of vapors
nozzles dripping volatility
stock market prices
indexes fixed to the turns
of cement mixers mixers mixing cement
pouring a road from point a to poutine b

lists from a bigger more complete list

the find keeps
the roof leaks
the trees squeek
the hills steep
the greens is meat
the time is beat
the heat is on

black friday approacheth

a carpet
on your floor
as thin as a rope
the shirt
on your back
as thin as the soap
wash your neck well
waste not want not go to hell

latitude

the grass is green
down here
the leaves are meant
to stay on longer
some trees get this

Thursday, November 26

continental dinner

I ate enough
not too much
but just the right stuff
stuffed in my mouth

cranberry
salt
potato
rudabega
butter
turkey
knifes
forks
brussels
plates
wine
gravy
apple pie
stuffing
pumpkin stuff

not necessarily in that order
but who cares if it was

Sunday, November 22

lying on

on the floor
we can sit
or lie to our posture
suffering like angels
weight resting on wings
meant for flying

Wednesday, November 18

Monday, November 16

august redox

the air is thin
turned outside insipid
nips to the nose lips and grins
four fingers lump sums
turkey dinners frozen bones
warm water
old december

august november

cloud devices are mad
the sprinkle and spread
a tongue of fir
a voice of lead

Monday, November 9

nosbig

fingers snapping at
steel things
the ears pick ups
wood box rings me up
jumps and starts to fret

Sunday, November 8

woke up this morning

when I woke up this morning

all I saw was sun

the sky was blurred

the leaves gone

the sun was shining way too strong

Friday, November 6

sailing

the wind whips up
the white caps
ripping your hat off
to fly back floats out
sinks beneath the froth
spray soaking your hair
blearing your eyes
you drink without a cup
these are the days
most dont give a thought of

Thursday, November 5

nine or ten

nine out of ten times
leaves one leaf luffed
lives left for dead
return buds sill living vines
entwined grapes dry outside
slime inside sour mines

floating

legs pushing feet pulling
on aluminum steel iron carbon links
televangelical spokes distributing
stress out to the humming rubber
pressed bladder back against
the gravel blacktop macadam ribbons

Monday, November 2

sacrifice

the sun sunk
into a pumpkin
trunk cut open
guts pulled lit up