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 Dec 2018 Neon Robinson
Onoma
the legs

of horses kick at

the ground.

cutting wind's definition...

one on, thunderstruck.

driving into the awesome

arms of distance...

horizon lines drawn,

and redrawn.

they're going to to run

themselves to death.

they never look at one

another...their periphery's

a raging hide.

walling off what will not

come to rest.

the senses.
AUM
You ring me
Like a bell
Reverberating AUM
I am high maintenance
In that I require others
To have a sense of self.
In order to understand me
You must understand yourself first.
You have my mind all sing song
You're my Z to A right wrong
Versa vice, oh how nice
This backward ditty ding-****
You lick at my conssscience
Like a ssserpentine tongue
Whissspering sssecretsss
Ever ssso ssslowly
Sssoft asss alabassster and
Sssmooth asss black whissskey
I am the kind of defiant
that when sleeping in bed
I let my foot dangle
off the side
Daring the dark
to come get me
Clammer clammer
Fumble stammer
Once more to the fray

Tripping skipping
My mind is slipping
Slip slip-sliding away

Out my nose
Oh, There it goes!
Running away from me

Take a rest
Catch my breath
I thought it'd never leave

Now I'm great
As a dinner plate
Of serving sized crazy

Truths and dares
And pinkyswears
Huckle-berry daisies
If words were hands
I would tattoo your every syllable
On my skin in Braille
Until every inch is covered
And touched only by you
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