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Bessy and Milk-Bone® ~ Thursday, August 27, 2026

All Creation in the Blink of an Eye for Ian and Katie and Miles As if everything were made up, I wake left to fall asleep in a dry bathtub left in case, ready to lose my cookies Creation in the blink of an eye, rake red leaves in October, wake up in bed each moment somewhere else, under a shrub as time becomes unfixed, sit in Nookies to eat breakfast before work on Sunday in the blink of an eye, I feel well fed on my plate, an empty skillet, I ate nothing but The Mediterranean in the blink of an eye, I wake up late nothing but scat at Subterranean the eye no one can see, sees all decay heaven help me, I wake up, what is real everyone appears strange, The Twilight Zone Blink twice if you know the truth in a lie lift me up and put me to bed, I steal intelligence, walk a mile in my shoes nothing but Hanging on the Telephone kindness is the hardest life for a spy organized crime in Chicago, the files fill one exabyte storage drive, the Blues answer the Blackhawks o...
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All Creation in the Blink of an Eye ~ Thursday, August 27, 2026

If I lived this life all over again for the eternal return of the same I would write this poem on the toilet like I am doing now, I would do, then if now is then, again, and then is now versions of the same story, without blame every day, exactly the same, I bet dice rolled differently, I may not look twice this life of suffering, full of sorrow his mind was the same, just slightly different in this life, or the next, would I notice still, allegedly, I would know, I sent life a letter asking for happiness if I ask for love, a little more spice for me, too much of a good thing is fun except the pendulum swings with my mood again and again, this same life, say no life is variety, burnt by the sun life is unexpected, otherwise dull over and over, learn never to brood versions of the same tale, as I now know endlessly the same thing, nothing changes return of the same, to watch a seagull again and again, must I say, yes, yes give an affirmation, not once but twice ...
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Sublimation ~ Wednesday, August 26, 2026

Why is six scared? Because seven ate nine. Why are things this way, what if they were otherwise, I asked my brother how he would just sigh, wishful thinking on his part, things were otherwise yes, he found me dull and dimwitted as a child, a boy with no sense is this all there is, is there not an escape hatch, go ask your mother so much like his dad, my dad, too, as I was told, question everything suck up to no one, take a beating like a man, love wears a disguise insecurities, two boys from foreign countries, it makes a difference xenophobia in the land of slavery, the former slave trade suck it up, beat boys, ripe mangoes in the jet age, the zebra crossing care for some answers, ask not my older brother, he could not care less as for the distress, as to the pink elephant, walking on eggshells rest assured, no one talked about their trust issues, their feelings, I guess everyone forgives the alcoholic at home, in meetings, hell's bells denial, a force magnetic in its...
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A Shimmer of Mystery ~ Tuesday, August 25, 2026

Bodie State Historic Park, 1962 d'après Ezra Pound, l'imagiste This vision of spirit, mourners in a ghost town a wreathed hearse in rain
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The Glorious Revelation ~ Saturday, August 22, 2026

My three-headed dog : me, myself and I Maybe Alice is right, I try too hard yet, she did not say as much to my face three-headed hound of Hades guards the gates hrabalismus-rabelaisian bard remember your place, boy, you know-nothing every word slaps me in the face, disgrace empties the church of my family, debates heated over a pretentious poet even though Alice did not say, the sting as language enters a hall of mirrors despite the double entendre of mind each person wields a sword, errors dependent on what interpreters find diminished by my pretentions, Moët obey the Orange Order, Hennessy given your cognac, Jacobite exile maybe, the Glorious Revolution extended to The Troubles, so messy messy, messy, our ideology yes, xenophobia, a xenophile sycophant in search of absolution express your love for Jesus Christ, what lies life as contradiction, apology fully accepted by the hound of hell apology accepted, by Hades no one less, the Underworld, time to kill ...
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Martyrs ~ Wednesday, August 19, 2026

Make sure you know what you want at all times Maybe if you read this or maybe not as mistakes are bound to happen, this life kind of fucks everyone over, so nice even if you had read this, if you got such a profound statement, simple yet wise understanding the big picture, the strife reality creates as it melts ice everyone knows about glaciers, problems you see but beyond hope, past all the lies obvious fluff, the others talk, money understood, makes the world go round, rotate knowledge, half the battle, to win or lose not many know what it feels like to win obviously, losers stop for a dime wonky knowledge, does not sit right, you choose what you want to do in this world for work how so many people choose to thin gin adulterate the good stuff, what a crime thaw out the glaciers, do not go berserk you want to get your head on straight, honey obviously tastes good in tea, debate under review, how to use all these gems want for nothing, for desire changes as glac...
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Achoo! Bless me, please, before you forget ~ Tuesday, August 18, 2026

Dear Gravity,      This fucking world, I hate everything flips over, turns upside-down answer me why this is my pet peeve, please really great to watch pasta on a plate Gravity pulls me down, holds me in place rapes me with brutal force, water, I drown as this minimal force, floats in the breeze versions of the story, waterboarding incessantly, I cannot die, disgrace to my family, a black sheep, nothing good yet now, I understand, much, much too late This world of poetry, full of dead wood how do I not care anymore, the date imprinted on the milk carton, hoarding shelves and boxes of books, a cluster fuck fucking clutter gets in the way, no one understands, expired, a pun played out check the scent, vintage books, expired milk if nothing tracks, without traction, the facts no one can save pasta falling, no fun given friction, good for one thing, I doubt worldliness can save our humanity on the other hand, ethics tracks our acts relatively no g...
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