Like an unmade bed
The galaxy is full
Stuffed, extinct, noise
My biceps, for instance,
Contain tiny zebras
Incorrigibly grazing
On yellow shirt years
The farm you see
Vegetable instructions
Intuit grapes, worms
Between teeth they pop
Protein language
A symbol on strike
Doesn’t it deserve a salary
Labor of being alongside
Like the corsage in a lapel
What an unusual vase
Wearing the indoor binoculars
Nightgear at noon
Clockle tickle tockle
The zoozoo death marches
On the Death of March
In Death-on-March
Two fortnites or so pass
Wax and wanty
Old thresh
What do you want?
The contraries
To soothe canaries
Rexies
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Yeeeah! (I read that line as “noise [as verb] my biceps.” Like, “Noise my biceps, babe.” Please allow me to steal that??? I’ll give you credit!)
Of course! Noise verbs hard.
Yay April! Group hug. The cruelest month, babe.
Lots of poetry sentences improvable by ending “, babe”
Can’t wait
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Noise Verbs Hard, Babe — a haiku, sort of
What do you want, babe?
The contraries, babe
To soothe canaries, babe
!!!!!
Love these skinny poems. & this “Between teeth they pop/ Protein language” !!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, gonna be chewing on protein language for a while!