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Shapeless mounds of formless figures Penetrating the mind dinner time! Faces rushing by blurry. Too bad. Next time. Tasteless, odorless colorless crud Nutrition abounds. Pad of paper lucid Pencil number 2 twirling Hexagonal bliss prism amiss!
Dropped cracked broken
Toil makes use of freaks Imperfect, split, dull. Right eye open Ready for action Iris vacant Insertion, whirring, whittling Done Sharp, Clean. Throat musings pencil shavings Wai


MiddayMiddayMidday
Mornings gone away, Nothing left as sign. Good riddance to the day, Droning on,
and on. Defeated with aimless activity As we slip into Midday
Carelessly into Midday, Where anything,
Or nothing, Can happen. When nothing seems Tangible enough to matter. Day light slowly slips away, The sun dies in agony On the horizon
Its last rays a lament to Midday: The pinnacle of possibility.


The Whispering GreenThe Whispering GreenThe Whispering Green
The breeze wisps by wistfully, The meadows and hills a canvas of green. The trees, accent pieces to an inscrutable production, Of natures purest display, open to all eyes. The green man smiles a leafy grin, As moss collects around his edifice. Clover flourishes all around, Its olive pallor seeming to glow With the movement of insects in acts of pollination. The long grass, green with vitality, Dips and soars in a gentle wind, As if hailing witnesses to view the majesty.
Tufts of cloud grace the pale blue sky, As on the
| High Risk Iris Shapeless mounds of formless figures Penetrating the mind – dinner time! Faces rushing by blurry. Too bad. Next time. Tasteless, odorless colorless crud Nutrition abounds. Pad of paper lucid Pencil – number 2 – twirling Hexagonal bliss – prism amiss! Dropped – cracked – broken Toil makes use of freaks Imperfect, split, dull. Right eye open Ready for action Iris vacant – Insertion, whirring, whittling Done – Sharp, Clean. Throat musings – pencil shavings Waitress? Yes, please. One for the road. |
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