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Rated: 18+ · Book · Spiritual · #1149750
A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery.
...white-hot coruscating genius that more than once dipped its proverbial toes in the obscure.
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T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚            


You get hungry as a seldom published author/poet/lyricist, so quit pedaling words and just enjoy the writing process. The bullshit ‘process’ of submitting is submission.



I hear what you’re saying, and…SMH
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My *Basketball* goes through —   R S = 2 G M c 2

*StarfishY* ~~~*Fishing*~~~*FishB*~~~*Beach*~~~*Swimming*~~~*Sailing*~~~*TrophyG* *Stop* *Fork* ————————- .

How I see myself create…in the zone
Curry Flurry:

Writing

The beautiful mess made:
I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost

         |
I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. - me

Neurodivergent poet

 
"Note: Poetry: life’s little interruptions amassing int..."
 

Best Poetry Collection Been more than I could imagine or expect here.
Why Mail It In? In Latin

Pluggers:
You are an icon here.*BigSmile*
You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.*Heart*


And other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "The Absence of Wavelength"
Your poetic muse is on fire! *Fire* Some great emotion, well-balance(d), lovely lyrical qualities -- even the ones that were written out of sadness or anger came through in a clever cadence…It's obvious you've put a lot of work into each entry and the totality of the blog has eye appeal. *Cool*

 
Published four times with one a literary journal, including… *PointRight*   "The Tender Core (Sedona)
I don’t submit—too much work with ADHD, OCD, low vision in condensate in mental prison of failing memory. I’ve seen a lot of smoldering and snow. Cynicism bred, work hard at openness and consideration.

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No specific aim going forward (2014)

 
What I used to say: 'Maybe, I just don't get it. Watch me fumble with my version of reality, expose ignorance as truth. You don't have to get me, either. But, wish someone would explain me to myself.' Now I say: *Cool* *FacePalm* Now: I was such a whore.
 



             



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Who am I, you ask? My mirror knows that question, repeated daily.

Just trying to create a little buzz, not boost my ego
#amwriting #poetry #blog #contest #freeverse #award #bestpoetry #lyrics #music #video #YouTube #awardwinning

Can you believe it took this long for someone to put a quarter in me and push the button GET ANGRY?
 

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February 25, 2023 at 10:55pm
February 25, 2023 at 10:55pm
#1045537
Adjectives trail nouns
like tin cans strung through this town —
bump, clatter roads of lumps,
potholes the county hasn’t funds
to patch. Soup cans now dirty, labels
severed and recycled, tied
to your chariot of white
fleeing skies of rice. Doves soar
from captor church mount.

I follow their clamor and shout,
chasing with all my might.
But it rained last night —
no shoes for this flight.

Vows uttered at their alter
would not falter at the hour
I should have arrived
on a steed, handsome mane in air,
instead of an Uber piloted by Steve.
Won’t yelp him if she gets away.

We’re rolling down this highway
to a horizon clouding.
Clouds burst from black — brilliant —
sparks appear, rumble-crack
this heart in twain…again?
I’m such a hack.

One more adjective trails a noun,
kilometers outside town
when tux tails wrinkle to pump gas.
My maiden appears, sees me,
hikes her gown to full run.
Moment of truth late devise from her eyes
before her stiletto point plants
just below the buckle
if I had one.

Blood red mix with a heavy wash —
love sent to drain down on my cement,
the last time. A string of adjectives
fumble as keys duty to ring, scatter
where I’m found on the ground
like some unconjugated noun.



2.28.23
40 lines, post modernist, nihilistic whatchamacallit, yeah, poetry?

https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/unconjugated
Giving double? new?? meaning to 59-year-old definition…get how title and theme are supported? romantic chase, just as text reveal nouns alone like our narrator/hero? failing in pursuit of her, post alter, again, after the noun/subject/object of his attention. He’s alone as a noun.
This is tiresome — explaining. *Laugh*.
February 25, 2023 at 4:19pm
February 25, 2023 at 4:19pm
#1045525


I’m fat and I want to eat.
I’m fat, and
I want to eat.
I want to eat and I’m so,
so, so, so,
so~oo fat.
How much time was that?

A trip around the dairy case.
Cheesecakes in aquarium
colorful as a coral reef
swimming, swimming, swimming,
swim around my head.

Salivary glands imagine taste them,
recreate memory. Remember:
‘have some cake’ ‘it’s your birthday’ ‘it’s their birthday’
‘it’s a wedding!’ ‘we’re having a baby!’

‘it’s a fundraiser’ ’it’s potluck at your church’
‘you like cake?’ ‘come for dessert’ ‘join our club’

‘we ate out’ ‘on the menu’ ‘let’s splurge’
‘he’s retiring, she’s leaving’ ‘our grand opening’
‘frozen, just thaw’ ‘decorate it, ice it, eat it’ ‘just because’

‘you poor kid’ ‘you’re alone’ ‘you have no love or friends’
‘cake’s your friend’.

I’m dizzy now, on the floor.
‘Hypoglycemic?’ ‘Why don’t you eat?’
‘You’re too skinny’ ‘need to fatten up’
Again? Worse than before?
Where is the floor?

I’m swimming on dry land.
A fish that sinks,
too fat. Still...want to eat.

Get that carrot away! I swear…
Carrot cake? Okay,
twist my arm. Ow!
Just another day. Hey! Cake!


35 lines of ever-lovin' (loosely) free verse
in Dystopian dessert hell!

2.25.23
4.14.23 edit

Review
February 25, 2023 at 3:02pm
February 25, 2023 at 3:02pm
#1045523
Time is running out.
Down?
Off. Like an alarm clock with legs.
The grandfather clock just sits there,
seldom chimes.
Trust him?
What wizardry with
fancy mechanical gears of gold
or brass?
like those old wrist
watches you had to wind
if you could remember.
Who had time?
Ironic?
I miss the sweeping second hand
on those wall clocks
counting down the last minute
of school.
I miss cuckoo bird interruptions,
the slappy door of its house,
laughing reminiscent
of a redhead woodpecker.
Now,
we’re all synced
to an atomic clock.
It can’t explode
our cell phones, automobiles,
fitness trackers or stock tickers.
How much time elapsed
since I began my diatribe,
diversion, disillusion,
since I can’t tell time
from where I stand
inside our world clock
with twelve plus twelve hands?
I guess I’m wound up
for nothing.
Tick-tock!
another minute’s up.


2.25.23

Alternate second line from ending: Tik-Tok?
Filling my blog tank. Going on another run until this car crashes.
"Note: There’s a few days left, if you are a fan of fre..."


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