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No Babies …
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I’ll start it! I’ll start the dance!
Fish twist and wish
to be connected. Primal
tappings into something longing
as the two of us.
Sustained piss shiver, poison throat,
and need. Quake, flop
and sway a little…Heed the drum
and feed the Hunger flaming
up your Soul …
“Conga“
by Jeff Glovsky
I threw a Poem
and no one came …
At the beginning of January, I posted a few unfinished Random Poetix, and invited participation in adding a line or two. Though a few of you “liked” this, I only heard silence … There was not one WordSpeak-ing …
So I’ve added my own lines … I play with myself!
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doodle, doodle #1)
“certitudes, loud ‘certainties’,
across love covered, self-righteous
breakfast tables“
you and I fornever
always
#2)
“I’ve woke up broke
before
but not broken“
beneath
broken promises,
furious eyes
#3)
“In the slice knife that is
A.M., I cut through
to get my things done“
Cross Raspail, boulevard Leclerc
I fax a note to dear old Dad …
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Feel free to contribute still …
&
Always be a poet, even in prose.