It’s Almost Time for Dinner By Beth Cortez-Neavel I Sometimes you can sit in a graying hanging-basket swing (so weathered by the years on St.
Pie by pataphysics You are probably wondering about the clown nose. Well, I have my clowny side, you see. I’m not always a serious guy.
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New Math by gerard sarnat back in the day — pierced, Mohawked pink, combat boots, trench coat, indestructible — the punk in me thunk boppin’
drive yer palm into the clammy center of mine by cerebella daz gizmos, and les gadgets; ‘dent’fy ‘gizmos’, an handsom wrench ‘cyclable spoon, metaphor cereal,
And the Sign shall be a Mark shall be a Word shall be a Whisper by Dr. P Fenderson This story telling me is foReign,
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The Heirlooms by halifax Bald-headed dolls, Supposedly immune to time, Had their glass eyes taken out With a screwdriver And are now lost. The best
untimely death of a pet-pest by ramakrishnan parthasarathy.Â The pad physics of a beastly extension holds no resultant forces for motion just like metaphysics provides
An Old Kentucky Goat by gene defcon I’ve always wanted to read a poem Entitled “An Old Kentucky Goat” I waited for years For someone