Would skin and bones
Crowding
Bone-crunching be better?
We fry
Skinny
Girls for bait
Baskets at this fish shack
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[This one has a title]: As Water Warms More Jelly Fish Threaten “Red Tuna”
Love is not the future;
Love is the eviscerating
Heat of the present.
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I’m smart but dumb.
At the thought of knows how
My cortex goes numb.
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I’m a tourist walking
Vernacular streets.
When I’m most
Clueless yet desirous
Crossing
Cerberus is wheezing:
Willing and squeezing
That I may get by.
But of course if I could see
My confidence clearly
I’d almost want to die.
I’m the head agent
For secret agency.
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Skies are an impossibility of letters. Wavy locks. Optics. Coptic phrase stitched into the border of a hanky. No more panky at the bank. Satisfactory Action! Activation necessitates savage ken. Doll why didya do that.
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Where has
My jubilance gone.
Other than what I know
What’s wrong.
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...and oink just
Done through
With the pinky pink
Bolt unfurling satin Straight
Jacking any normal
Woman’s sense here’s a jacket.
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Gourds are stuffed with
Freshly slaughtered goblins.
The fun stuff evades
Like pounds of flesh.
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The birds are stranded. Everything can be done to help. This affords little hope. How hard does it have to become before there’s generous action.
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Like any good
Tom she can tell
A nearby hot mama
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Cracking bubbles, smacking
Gums, tender
Attempts at
Smiling, frying off
Fear, to see what clarity
Ensues once world’s...
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