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Sep 12 · 334
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Sep 7 · 625
ZzzZzzZzzing
MetaVerse Sep 7


        Where
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          are
     dreaming
          are
        ­  you
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Sep 6 · 197
The Stuttering Ghost
MetaVerse Sep 6
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Sep 6 · 93
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Sep 6 · 363
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Sep 5 · 854
》》》》》》》
MetaVerse Sep 5

cool morning
     garbage truck sings
to a steel wool sky

Sep 5 · 315
Mad Libs
MetaVerse Sep 5
I have a ___.
It smells like ___.
My ___ is ___
And isn't ___.

When I feel ___,
I ___ a rose
Or ___ a ___.
Go ___ ___ ___!


MetaVerse Sep 3
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
T̶h̶o̶u̶ a̶r̶t̶ m̶o̶r̶e̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶l̶y̶ a̶n̶d̶ m̶o̶r̶e̶ t̶e̶m̶p̶e̶r̶a̶t̶e̶:̶
R̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ w̶i̶n̶d̶s̶ d̶o̶ s̶h̶a̶k̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶a̶r̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ b̶u̶d̶s̶ o̶f̶ M̶a̶y̶,
A̶n̶d̶ s̶u̶m̶m̶e̶r̶’s̶ l̶e̶a̶s̶e̶ h̶a̶t̶h̶ a̶l̶l̶ t̶o̶o̶ s̶h̶o̶r̶t̶ a̶ d̶a̶t̶e̶;̶
S̶o̶m̶e̶t̶i̶m̶e̶ t̶o̶o̶ h̶o̶t̶ t̶h̶e̶ e̶y̶e̶ o̶f̶ h̶e̶a̶v̶e̶n̶ s̶h̶i̶n̶e̶s̶,
A̶n̶d̶ o̶f̶t̶e̶n̶ i̶s̶ h̶i̶s̶ g̶o̶l̶d̶ c̶o̶m̶p̶l̶e̶x̶i̶o̶n̶ d̶i̶m̶m̶'d̶;̶
A̶n̶d̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ f̶a̶i̶r̶ f̶r̶o̶m̶ f̶a̶i̶r̶ s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶i̶m̶e̶ d̶e̶c̶l̶i̶n̶e̶s̶,
B̶y̶ c̶h̶a̶n̶c̶e̶ o̶r̶ n̶a̶t̶u̶r̶e̶’s̶ c̶h̶a̶n̶g̶i̶n̶g̶ c̶o̶u̶r̶s̶e̶ u̶n̶t̶r̶i̶m̶m̶'d̶;̶
B̶u̶t̶ t̶h̶y̶ e̶t̶e̶r̶n̶a̶l̶ s̶u̶m̶m̶e̶r̶ s̶h̶a̶l̶l̶ n̶o̶t̶ f̶a̶d̶e̶,
N̶o̶r̶ l̶o̶s̶e̶ p̶o̶s̶s̶e̶s̶s̶i̶o̶n̶ o̶f̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ f̶a̶i̶r̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶ o̶w̶’s̶t̶;̶
Nor̶ s̶h̶a̶l̶l̶ d̶e̶a̶t̶h̶ b̶r̶a̶g̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶ w̶a̶n̶d̶e̶r̶’s̶t̶ i̶n̶ h̶i̶s̶ s̶h̶a̶d̶e̶,
W̶h̶e̶n̶ i̶n̶ e̶t̶e̶r̶n̶a̶l̶ l̶i̶n̶e̶s̶ t̶o̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶ g̶r̶o̶w̶’s̶t̶:̶    
     S̶o̶ l̶o̶n̶g̶ a̶s̶ m̶e̶n̶ c̶a̶n̶ b̶r̶e̶a̶t̶h̶e̶ o̶r̶ e̶y̶e̶s̶ c̶a̶n̶ s̶e̶e̶,    
     S̶o̶ l̶o̶n̶g̶ l̶i̶v̶e̶s̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶, a̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ g̶i̶v̶e̶s̶ l̶i̶f̶e̶ t̶o̶ t̶h̶e̶e̶.
Sep 2 · 465
Valse Triste
MetaVerse Sep 2
At midnight, dancers dead
     A danse macabre dance
With each their dearest dread.
At midnight, dancers dead,
Spinning like spools of thread,
     Haunting a house in France,
At midnight, dancers dead
     A danse macabre dance.


Sep 2 · 224
I ❤ Venn Diagrams!
MetaVerse Sep 2
Vote for Kam
          (however you
          say her name)
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hat has bee
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          f regarding a
framework for

understan
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          round smell
that relate to

the great signific
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          e importance of
the passage of time.


Sep 1 · 231
Christ Is
Sep 1 · 294
alphabet soup
MetaVerse Sep 1
q                                                      h                                    r

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      ­                     s                                                            g                    
                          

Aug 30 · 377
An Impractical Cat
MetaVerse Aug 30

        ^         ^
       My kitty
        cat's an                                        
           imp
       ra cti cal                            
    purrrrrrfect
  little dainty fat                    
    little lady cat                                                         .
       who uses                                                                  s
         her litter box while wearing her white sock
                                     

Aug 30 · 530
Pedicurianism
MetaVerse Aug 30

          Like the rounded tip
of God's clipped big toenail
     is late August's moon.


Aug 26 · 881
Aroma Therapy
MetaVerse Aug 26
Antique
paper
& ink
& glue,
a fragrance
I drink
in through
my nose,
fragrant
like a dead rose.
I fan my face,
& fall into
an antique book aroma coma.
Aug 25 · 210
How Many Crows?
MetaVerse Aug 25
How many crows
Would a scarecrow scare
If a scarecrow could scare crows?

As many crows
As a scarecrow'd care
To scare if a scarecrow could scare crows.
Aug 25 · 375
Patriarchal
MetaVerse Aug 25

Short daddy-longlegs
          crawling up the empty wall,
     how's the wife and kids?

Aug 23 · 378
SEXES
MetaVerse Aug 23
S                S
E   Y   E
Y   X   Y
E   Y   E
S                S
Aug 21 · 152
Ballade
MetaVerse Aug 21
We're fishes in the internet
Caught in the catch of net the day.
The smartest smartphones place a bet
That some night soon you'll meet a gray.
A U.F.O. (or, as they say
In England Land, a yoofo) flies
From where sweet baby scarecrows play
And eye the stars with googly eyes.

While sweating drops of acid sweat,
A cyborg prays away the gay.
A covid sneeze that's extra wet
Is heading thine iambic way.
Tuberculariaceae......
Is the password!  You win the prize!!
Ride on a rocket to Mars, crochet,
And eye the stars with googly eyes.

If you should dance a minuet,
Throw in a twerk for Claude Monet.
I fly around a jumbo jet
While crying, "Climate change!  Obey!!"
Unqualified I fly (hooray!)
A plane that fails hardwarewise.  
Olympic athletes play croquet
And eye the stars with googly eyes.

Enjoy a ride in Santa's sleigh
Before you make your reindeer pies.
Do shake the darling buds of May,
And eye the stars with googly eyes.


Aug 20 · 328
A Triolet
MetaVerse Aug 20
A triolet
     's a pirouette
In a ballet
A triolet
(Or should I say
     A triolette?)
A triolet
     's a pirouette.


Aug 20 · 348
a plums
MetaVerse Aug 20
a plums is ripe
     on August august
(what greenest trees?)
                                           if one
which a organism
          that shalt isn't die:

yester Day's shape
     i do robust
(who tomorrow was?)
                                           if ten
how a organasm
          is thineself & thy;


Aug 19 · 234
Special K!
MetaVerse Aug 19
The Joker King is joker ing the world.
My favorite food is (pull my finger) paste.
Gertrude's a guy that got his ****** girled.
I'm guided (kiss my ******) by my taste.
Science is racist.  So are roads and math.
"Gender's a social construct," said the it.
Showers are racist.  Take, instead, a bath.
Or don't.  (It isn't racist to smell like ****.)
Cheeba's the cure-all drug, the every cure
That cures the cancer caused by ******* smoke.
Since sugar's such a super food, be sure
To eat your cake while drinking cans of coke.
Ableist ******* can't (won't) get their way!
Antiableists vote for Special K!
Aug 19 · 382
Cobla
MetaVerse Aug 19
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Aug 17 · 1.5k
Dawn
MetaVerse Aug 17

A peaches dawn climbs
     a deep-breathing dark blue sky:
          flowers, a warm breeze.

Aug 15 · 195
🛸👦
MetaVerse Aug 15

🏡
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Aug 14 · 344
❤⛪
MetaVerse Aug 14

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Aug 14 · 155
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Aug 13 · 235
Inchworm
MetaVerse Aug 13
Mom says
I'm an inchworm,
but when I grow up
I'm gonna be a f
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Aug 12 · 187
iHai
MetaVerse Aug 12

iHai
ku.    do
     yo
u?     cut
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Aug 12 · 862
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Aug 11 · 176
Proⁿ⁰ᵘⁿcement
Aug 10 · 597
Treehugger
MetaVerse Aug 10
In a rickety, rustic wooden chair
next to a matching table in a matching room,
one pink tentacle
wrapped around the ornate handle of a
tiny white tea cup,
the other suctioned to a page of an
antique volume of vaginal poetry,
I observe myself in a broken mirror.  
My 50 smiling fly eyes are beguiling but villainous,
inebriated but inhumane,
like black pearls of gooified obsidian
bejeweling the chunky strawberry jelly
of my veinous face.  
My beak is small like the wren's.  
My expression is in unison with my thought:
This mirror is very very broken.


Aug 10 · 192
Cricket
MetaVerse Aug 10

          Dead, stepped-on cricket
under bright fluorescent lights
     between bathroom doors.

Aug 9 · 357
Eschatos Adam
MetaVerse Aug 9
Since Jesus Christ is God, and I am not;
Since I am not my own creator, I,
Adam, shall seek no more to justify
Myself; for every tittle, dot, and jot
Has been fulfilled by Christ who's God of all,
The Adam hitherto I could not be,
The faithful Adam faithful now in me,
Adam redeemed and lifted from the fall.

The God of all the gods of nature, earth,
The kosmos, hades, greed, lust, war, and death,
Whose word is life, whose life is breath, whose breath
Inspires the wind that seeds the second birth,
Is Sin's Exterminator, Death's Decease,
Judgment, Forgiveness, Mercy, Love, and Peace.


Aug 9 · 306
Alot o Fart
MetaVerse Aug 9
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Aug 9 · 392
Wetku
MetaVerse Aug 9

     Chilly August night
with fog, mist, rain, and wet ghosts:
     sleepwriting haiku.

Aug 9 · 694
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Aug 9 · 425
Shower
MetaVerse Aug 9

     Hawk on a streetlight
taking a poor man's shower
          in the summer rain.

Aug 8 · 447
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Aug 7 · 816
The Heart of the Sun
MetaVerse Aug 7
I know you.
I am you.
Right now you're saying to yourself,
"I want some thingamacrackers
with cricket cheese and birds' milk."
Well, you can't always get
what you want,
but if you try sometimes
you might just get
what you want.
The point is to try,
and to never
stop trying,
cuz this ill we climb,
it isn't a joke.
Life's not a ******* game you win or lose.
It's the journey of a zillion miles
that goes all the way through the heart of the Sun.

Halibut!


Aug 6 · 379
One and All
MetaVerse Aug 6
I breathe the air of other outer spaces
And use the fingers of my mind to feel
Textures of math equations; databases
Of apocalyptic revelations unseal.
The metacolors dazzle all my eyes,
And every look is diamond-sparkled wonder.
The big is small, the small is big, and size
Dissolves as all I know is torn asunder.

No ground control, no spacesuit, no space-time,
Beyond the great beyond, beyond beyond,
Beyond all reason, far beyond I, I'm
One, one that's all; and every precious bond
With every one I all at once observe,
And every one connected to a nerve.


Aug 6 · 278
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Aug 5 · 500
Dinner for Two
MetaVerse Aug 5

A fruit fly flies over:
     There's enough apple
          for us both.

Aug 5 · 362
Summerwind
MetaVerse Aug 5
Tiptoe through tulips aching big a toe
That breaks for every bee and blade of grass.
Who knows the mower hates to hear the mow,
Nightmare of ugly sound that passes gas.
Dilly and dally me through dandy kittens
Roaring like lions loathe to take an oath.
The present age is hot with extra mittens.
Organic earth is earth and heaven both.
Inhale the floral undergrowth of germs
That scent Aurora's fauna flower birds,
Albeit worms are slimy snotty squirms
Delicious raw with ketchup made from turds.
Zephyr a sweetwind, winter wind with ice,
Earth is a mankind heaven paradise.


Aug 4 · 377
0
MetaVerse Aug 4
0
when is is all there is where isn't was
and all the sky's inside a blue balloon
and everywhat is known to be because
too good is God to be believed too soon

then breathing breath doth verily become
(in spite of all the sayers saying nay)
a joy deflating all the threats of doom
since every doomsday dies before its day


Aug 4 · 420
Mr. Fixit
MetaVerse Aug 4
Repair the world that's broke n with a wrench,
For never can't a fixer.  Can't afford
To fix a mental meaning with a *****,
Though all the world's a floor of concrete poured.
Restore the restoration of the world,
And everything returns to right its place:
The lone construction worker spins betwirled
With bluebirds singing friendly in the face.
Time flies, and so do flying jəllyfish.
Since tempos fugue it, carp the dying day.
Go find a star and make a walrus wish
That aliens would dress away the gray.
The grass is greener if the other side
Where gerbils love and noon has never died.


Aug 4 · 447
Buckle Up!
MetaVerse Aug 4
The seesaw law
Says what goes up
Must come down.

The law that rules
The merry-go-roun'
Says if you're on it
Too long you'll *****.

The law of the playgroun'
Says biggest kid wins.

Mosaic law
Says you can't keep it
But keep it you must
And says it's just.

The law of love
Says love covers
A multitude of sins.


Aug 3 · 470
Freebird
MetaVerse Aug 3
My technoscribbles haven't all cachet;
A mother hen on Friday farts an egg.
Even a swill of parlance has a say
When maple roadmaps varicose a leg.
A skinnydipping nakedest remote
Viewer that loons a dreaming in a pond
Fractals a nascent green and gleimous note
Hanging athwart with someone's else's blonde.
Take heart.  The fish have lungs and breathe the air
Of a new day when everyfish can ***
With or without a whiff of underwear,
Though salty tears are sweetest under the sea.
Milfs are a pack of pickleballing hots
Playing to win a plate of tater tots.


Aug 3 · 385
New Creation
MetaVerse Aug 3
Creation's whole, a single one who's I,
Who's you.  I'm talking to myself in thee,
O my most kosmic self who lives a lie
Called me and everyone who isn't me.
Space is my mind capacious with the in
finitely finite infinitum ad
The Word is God and every body's sin
Is mine that ever was and has been had.
God is salvation.  Christ is God who's love
With you and in your broken raging heart.
Broken, the light within you shines, the dove
Flies free, and everything is new.  Restart.

I am Creation and so are you.  Let
Go and behold the end that wasn't yet.


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