Tommy wandered his way over
To the fig tree before
Pliny began to speak.
I crouched next to Tommy
In the fig cave my body canvas.
I did not want to leave the protective
Grip of careful coordination.
Month: August 2016
August Poem 30
The night pushed me down;
I had to struggle for classical
Technique and realistic representation.
I’m not sure I looked straight
At the brick wall. It took so long
For my eyes to focus:
That was 464 BCE,
Now.
August Poem 29
The tree must have quest
To find out that going down through my feet,
A curtain open in the wings.
Rather, I opened the curtains stage
Left and the stage hands over
Here canvased the trees.
August Poem 28
And they were.
And they were making a killing.
August Poem 27
A tiny ring,
Smoke escaped his mouth.
He sat down on that rock
Next of smoke.
He held his breath and pulled another
Bag out of the back pocket of his toga.
He coughed;
A huge cloud of smoke lit morning.
August Poem 26
They said as long as he started strides
Towards his honorary diploma
At one of their campuses, I was eligible
To apply for the ability to work in 13
Unfamiliar schools during their class reunion,
Or I could take on a boarder as part of my research.
August Poem 25
Are you live and in most areas?
Autohop through commercials that
Feature the first puppy of your our showroom.
August Poem 24
Melvin was sure the weed
Hadn’t needed a cut before
He could mousse a deeper hit.
But he snapped it a couple times
To knock off any old hairs.
August Poem 23
Stan you look like an
“All-entrants-will-be-judged-
For-originality” stipulation
Small print of a back pages add
From an old Mad Magazine.
Stan was dwelling the thirty feet
Between here and the known world.
August Poem 22
Xerxes’ son mentioned
To one department member
That he didn’t think anything existed
Beyond the brick of coins
For nachos topped with extra cheese.
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