Vertigo checked by gyro,
No netting for settling
Or let-go .
*[ WSB ].
I stay indoors mostly :
An early tomb—more roomy .
I imagine the webs of nature ;
The realities shut me out
In :
Nest of wasps, swarm of gnats,
The Georgian sun fueling the
Snail–paced humidity—air with
Texture .
It is not a dislike of nature ;
On the contrary,
Documentaries of the –ologies
Intrigue .
In the nighttime, it is only
The moths and mosquitoes,
Countered by the bats
Scooping with spiky wings ;
Most of the bothersome
Things are sleeping .
The planets, I hop for real :
A reminder of my
Smallness
In my bubble of awareness,
Indifferent .
Some socially inquire—
worry—about hermits .
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Shovel tons of food
Down the gullet chute .
It’s time to poop .
It’s time to poop .
Your belly’s so big
It’s beginnin’ to droop .
It’s time to poop .
It’s time to poop .
Plant fanny on seat
And ring the hoop .
It’s time to poop .
It’s time to poop .
*[ WSB ].
The grey–twisting sky retreats and
Corn sweats under the heat dome—
Evapotranspiration
In the Midwest cornbelt
[ W h ither ing ]
Waits relief ? You know where .
*[ WSB ].
With bicameral brains
The bicameral congress
Uses bicameral lettering
For bicameral inhabitants .
The right case pains
The logical left . Bogus
Laws fettering
The lower–case fonts .
THE SHOUTING CAPITAL
ignores the miniscule .
Pumping hearts,
Bumping fists,
Blood–flooded brains :
Two houses at risk .
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In the tinkling pitch
Of the biker’s bell
Lies a charm to quell
Imps, smelling like fitch .
Flattened in asphalt,
Gremlins can spring,
And havoc machine
With myriad faults .
Perking pointed ears
For the battuto purr
Of engine whir—
Piqued to ravage gears .
The ogre prowls for motorcycle growl,
but a jingle pains the monster to howl .
*[ WSB ].
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The sense of smell sits
Connections that conjure Collecting layers of Evolving volatiles that Waft from the timeworn Measures that manufacture A primitive primer Chemical keys tumble Marking the milieu The breath of the books Bound by ribs and backbone : The figments from the Higgs Valid by touching a |
On the margin of memory, The relics and records Dust, darkening buddhi . Whiff of chocolate or coffee, Tomes drafting whilom tense : The mind from milestones . for Particles present, The levers of the locks : With molecular intimacy . Entrenches being in chapters ; Structure for the specter ; Field hadroning an ego, Vague typographic corpus . |
*[ WSB ].
*[ WSB ].
Stumping for the dumping
Of the republic—
The fluffers of a dictator .
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Tigris is the biggest
Cat, black–arrowed
Orange river flashes
Past . Pointed claws
Dagger–long, deathly
Fall . Pelange clashes stark,
Dichromatic camouflage.
Mane rounds a chuffling
Jaw, white as its earmarks .
*[ WSB ].
Occupation : Poet . 