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they are masters of mopetry and muppetry and the wispiest whispers and whims of clouds. they chalk out loud in the brightest colors and sing their scales in sorrowed sway. they carve their names in bark, not bite, and right … Continue reading
Image from Wikipedia. .. This poem is just one or two steps shy of everything I might want to be. I’ve added stars and salt and sea and sigh -lence and the violet violence of one last sunset. Yet, it … Continue reading
… ’Cuz we need a place to be(e), a place for tree- age and sigh -lence. We’ll lace a ladder of purple fuzz and buzz, and the blizzard force of backward breeze. We’ll hiccup ………….(and down) and sneeze, and talk … Continue reading
.. we are self -session (air)guitarist girls, fusing pillow-songs about stupid boys and long hot Brisbane summers and all that raining-on-Sunday longing for some stripy socks. we’ve got pink and turquoise noise tutus and a pen -chant for playing spin … Continue reading
.. don’t bother us. we are covered in chat and chalk. we’re not hiding. we’re abiding here in all this fluff and pillowed talk and downy den. it’s too really loud out there. we want only slow moon and these … Continue reading