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"tangram" poems
Patterns form across convex corneas Geometric portraits of tangram animals Hexagonal-faced lions Triangular-trunked elephants etc. Tessellations of anagrams Draped over rods like Batik fabric smoothed over king-sized beds Calculating Bayesian probability on fingertips rote styles Whispering, "Carry the 1!" to columns of 100s with a remainder? Try again. Plot Cartesian coordinates with mechanical pencils click! click! click! Crying, "Awwwww.....                                   you                                         sunk                                                 my                                                      battleship!"
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
government happy to report test scores are up
purr together    chrysalis      of skin tangram of                  bones corrugated teeth and     ping-pong     ball    elbows in sync crackling like radio    static    as fingers dribble    over the   frets      of our spines psychedelic eyes lips charged our   fragile frames      moving    fluid
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
Bodies
How I am aware of each of your moves, Undoubted Your fingers drawing my imperfections so flawless The inexorable yet calm breathes Like scared ghosts in haunted rooms Our teeth trying to elude the fated collisions But tongues worn out of untying themselves Sometimes lost in the abyss of your elfin face Sometimes returning with a smidgen of yourself I could feel the earth stopping it's boring rotation And resolving to a rhythmic oscillation My eyes burn from the ocean over my eyelids, The knots in my chest untangling with it's each beat As if the pernicious inhabitants started to vacate their indefinite abode Our rained bods sailing,unbridled, to the irreparable wounds, Caressing them to axe the pain we cached so perfect The meekness of your kiss edging the reality a little further each time The familiar savour of yours filling my nostrils Elating my senses and drowning me in it I close my eyes, hard , in a rapture of pain And hang to the hollows of your ridge Do your craters ache? But we now look like parts of a one Perfectly glued to finish the tangram.
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Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
Unquenched