As promised disenchantments
Temper a clavier
Clay not the dirt desired
Quadruped pants
How much nots have nots
Don’t have
Riddles
Like poems devoid of poetry
Ostraneny umber ax
Sugarless pebble lemonhead
Any sack bigger on the inside
Inside it out
Presenting
Musics of quiet
Carved on clothes
History rising from shadows
A rage twills
Red breast
Burn the broken branches
Litotes plagues
Ironies maidens
Any hard thing
Is a someday sword
Act two, Chekhov’s gum
Slip on mind
Cartridges in the maybeverse
Give mirth to maybes
Poetry sheriff or ranger
Surest if
The first word in word is of word
Encycloramapedia
Instructions, outstructions
Run on the run
Craftwork lunch
Are you sure you don’t know?
It’s funny you mentioned clay because I was trying to work/ceramics into my poem, but couldn’t figure it out. We must be on similar Earth-vibes!
I love the way the sloshed around in my brain this morning.