Literary Pug
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Lit·er·ar·y Pug /ˈlidəˌrerē puhg/ rearranging words, watching 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 🐶#poetry #5amwritersclub🐶 Editing 2024 poems. Life is Star Trek. Be mindful.
Pinned
The case for caring:
the original design
with eight corners,
but Jack Horner ate
his thumb, instead
of making it plumb
and pulled out some
numb. “Well, you could
have made it a sphere”,
but then everyone would
care about round about
ways. Wrecked angles
are better in the end.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
the original design
with eight corners,
but Jack Horner ate
his thumb, instead
of making it plumb
and pulled out some
numb. “Well, you could
have made it a sphere”,
but then everyone would
care about round about
ways. Wrecked angles
are better in the end.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
The case for caring:
the original design
with eight corners,
but Jack Horner ate
his thumb, instead
of making it plumb
and pulled out some
numb. “Well, you could
have made it a sphere”,
but then everyone would
care about round about
ways. Wrecked angles
are better in the end.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
the original design
with eight corners,
but Jack Horner ate
his thumb, instead
of making it plumb
and pulled out some
numb. “Well, you could
have made it a sphere”,
but then everyone would
care about round about
ways. Wrecked angles
are better in the end.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
November 14, 2025 at 1:07 PM
The case for caring:
the original design
with eight corners,
but Jack Horner ate
his thumb, instead
of making it plumb
and pulled out some
numb. “Well, you could
have made it a sphere”,
but then everyone would
care about round about
ways. Wrecked angles
are better in the end.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
the original design
with eight corners,
but Jack Horner ate
his thumb, instead
of making it plumb
and pulled out some
numb. “Well, you could
have made it a sphere”,
but then everyone would
care about round about
ways. Wrecked angles
are better in the end.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
It’s like a podium
with infinite levels,
and no ultimate
(or even penultimate)
in sight, so
you ought to incite
to riot, or at least
invite to disquiet,
and we all clamber
to the unseen top
when along the way
someone yells “what ho,
the bottom is the best”
and we all can’t fall
fast enough
finis
with infinite levels,
and no ultimate
(or even penultimate)
in sight, so
you ought to incite
to riot, or at least
invite to disquiet,
and we all clamber
to the unseen top
when along the way
someone yells “what ho,
the bottom is the best”
and we all can’t fall
fast enough
finis
November 13, 2025 at 3:46 PM
It’s like a podium
with infinite levels,
and no ultimate
(or even penultimate)
in sight, so
you ought to incite
to riot, or at least
invite to disquiet,
and we all clamber
to the unseen top
when along the way
someone yells “what ho,
the bottom is the best”
and we all can’t fall
fast enough
finis
with infinite levels,
and no ultimate
(or even penultimate)
in sight, so
you ought to incite
to riot, or at least
invite to disquiet,
and we all clamber
to the unseen top
when along the way
someone yells “what ho,
the bottom is the best”
and we all can’t fall
fast enough
finis
The exact counter
was unknown, but
in the end, the tally
showed a rally. We
were inhaling more
than exhaling.
Where to put the extra
air…prevent a break?
We started to talk. At
first most balked, but
they bounced away.
Discourse…this of course
caused zero remorse
It was a hoarse of
different pallor
was unknown, but
in the end, the tally
showed a rally. We
were inhaling more
than exhaling.
Where to put the extra
air…prevent a break?
We started to talk. At
first most balked, but
they bounced away.
Discourse…this of course
caused zero remorse
It was a hoarse of
different pallor
November 11, 2025 at 9:11 AM
The exact counter
was unknown, but
in the end, the tally
showed a rally. We
were inhaling more
than exhaling.
Where to put the extra
air…prevent a break?
We started to talk. At
first most balked, but
they bounced away.
Discourse…this of course
caused zero remorse
It was a hoarse of
different pallor
was unknown, but
in the end, the tally
showed a rally. We
were inhaling more
than exhaling.
Where to put the extra
air…prevent a break?
We started to talk. At
first most balked, but
they bounced away.
Discourse…this of course
caused zero remorse
It was a hoarse of
different pallor
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November 10, 2025 at 2:29 PM
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I’m not sure I like
bird sounds, or
bright blues, or
crisp hours of
anything.
I prefer wallowing
with tusks and
whiskers.
And like a fucking
bell-ring at a
meat powder
buffet,
everyone
thinks of
the walrus.
I can’t help that.
Pavlov has you
by your horns.
Wallow as you
will.
#5amwritersclub
bird sounds, or
bright blues, or
crisp hours of
anything.
I prefer wallowing
with tusks and
whiskers.
And like a fucking
bell-ring at a
meat powder
buffet,
everyone
thinks of
the walrus.
I can’t help that.
Pavlov has you
by your horns.
Wallow as you
will.
#5amwritersclub
November 10, 2025 at 12:55 PM
I’m not sure I like
bird sounds, or
bright blues, or
crisp hours of
anything.
I prefer wallowing
with tusks and
whiskers.
And like a fucking
bell-ring at a
meat powder
buffet,
everyone
thinks of
the walrus.
I can’t help that.
Pavlov has you
by your horns.
Wallow as you
will.
#5amwritersclub
bird sounds, or
bright blues, or
crisp hours of
anything.
I prefer wallowing
with tusks and
whiskers.
And like a fucking
bell-ring at a
meat powder
buffet,
everyone
thinks of
the walrus.
I can’t help that.
Pavlov has you
by your horns.
Wallow as you
will.
#5amwritersclub
Poem will stay with me
forever. Stuck in the drain.
I suggest removing my elbow.
(That’s where all valuable
things get stuck).
There it is, amidst the
grime and gristle, slime
and chisel away everything
not poem. Give it a shine.
Note: post it
Sans elbow. I’ll regrow.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
forever. Stuck in the drain.
I suggest removing my elbow.
(That’s where all valuable
things get stuck).
There it is, amidst the
grime and gristle, slime
and chisel away everything
not poem. Give it a shine.
Note: post it
Sans elbow. I’ll regrow.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
November 9, 2025 at 7:13 PM
Poem will stay with me
forever. Stuck in the drain.
I suggest removing my elbow.
(That’s where all valuable
things get stuck).
There it is, amidst the
grime and gristle, slime
and chisel away everything
not poem. Give it a shine.
Note: post it
Sans elbow. I’ll regrow.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
forever. Stuck in the drain.
I suggest removing my elbow.
(That’s where all valuable
things get stuck).
There it is, amidst the
grime and gristle, slime
and chisel away everything
not poem. Give it a shine.
Note: post it
Sans elbow. I’ll regrow.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry #poem
Ok to write a poem
that is read never?
Permitted to write
things of one mind?
Is uni rationale
unnatural in the
actual order of
stuff? And is there
order when there
is one, no one at
last long enough
to be last? When
poem becomes
me op, is last first
and is flip scripted?
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
that is read never?
Permitted to write
things of one mind?
Is uni rationale
unnatural in the
actual order of
stuff? And is there
order when there
is one, no one at
last long enough
to be last? When
poem becomes
me op, is last first
and is flip scripted?
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
November 8, 2025 at 4:13 PM
Ok to write a poem
that is read never?
Permitted to write
things of one mind?
Is uni rationale
unnatural in the
actual order of
stuff? And is there
order when there
is one, no one at
last long enough
to be last? When
poem becomes
me op, is last first
and is flip scripted?
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
that is read never?
Permitted to write
things of one mind?
Is uni rationale
unnatural in the
actual order of
stuff? And is there
order when there
is one, no one at
last long enough
to be last? When
poem becomes
me op, is last first
and is flip scripted?
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
Cookie dough,…
yule love the log.
Cookie sushi, slice
a slice, bite a bit,
or just chaw on it
like delicious riches.
Or, bake it and watch
the dough warmth
spongily spread.
Dough dopamine
a metaphor
for strife in life. If a
good thing can be
shortcut, perhaps
it should be cut short.
#5amwritersclub
yule love the log.
Cookie sushi, slice
a slice, bite a bit,
or just chaw on it
like delicious riches.
Or, bake it and watch
the dough warmth
spongily spread.
Dough dopamine
a metaphor
for strife in life. If a
good thing can be
shortcut, perhaps
it should be cut short.
#5amwritersclub
November 5, 2025 at 9:39 AM
Cookie dough,…
yule love the log.
Cookie sushi, slice
a slice, bite a bit,
or just chaw on it
like delicious riches.
Or, bake it and watch
the dough warmth
spongily spread.
Dough dopamine
a metaphor
for strife in life. If a
good thing can be
shortcut, perhaps
it should be cut short.
#5amwritersclub
yule love the log.
Cookie sushi, slice
a slice, bite a bit,
or just chaw on it
like delicious riches.
Or, bake it and watch
the dough warmth
spongily spread.
Dough dopamine
a metaphor
for strife in life. If a
good thing can be
shortcut, perhaps
it should be cut short.
#5amwritersclub
It is a small thing, to
look down and wiggle
fingers, toes.
Diagnostic report
affirmations with
full-body tense-stretch.
(so far so good)
The board meets
later today, reading
of the minutiae, kidney
disagrees with stomach,
release of corporeal
strategy tomorrow.
Takeover bid rumors!
#5amwritersclub
look down and wiggle
fingers, toes.
Diagnostic report
affirmations with
full-body tense-stretch.
(so far so good)
The board meets
later today, reading
of the minutiae, kidney
disagrees with stomach,
release of corporeal
strategy tomorrow.
Takeover bid rumors!
#5amwritersclub
November 4, 2025 at 9:44 AM
It is a small thing, to
look down and wiggle
fingers, toes.
Diagnostic report
affirmations with
full-body tense-stretch.
(so far so good)
The board meets
later today, reading
of the minutiae, kidney
disagrees with stomach,
release of corporeal
strategy tomorrow.
Takeover bid rumors!
#5amwritersclub
look down and wiggle
fingers, toes.
Diagnostic report
affirmations with
full-body tense-stretch.
(so far so good)
The board meets
later today, reading
of the minutiae, kidney
disagrees with stomach,
release of corporeal
strategy tomorrow.
Takeover bid rumors!
#5amwritersclub
November 3, 2025 at 10:10 AM
Do your things. The world is fighting for portions of your bandwidth. It can simply wait. Your time. Your things.
November 2, 2025 at 12:01 PM
Do your things. The world is fighting for portions of your bandwidth. It can simply wait. Your time. Your things.
Poem wrote me
this morning. In fact
it wrote the world.
It wasn’t just sentience,
it started as a sentence
and banged big from there.
All that I know, that was
poem. Before poem was
avoid. This life,
you can’t blame me
for it. I’m an innocent
standing by
languaging
languishing
#5amwritersclub
this morning. In fact
it wrote the world.
It wasn’t just sentience,
it started as a sentence
and banged big from there.
All that I know, that was
poem. Before poem was
avoid. This life,
you can’t blame me
for it. I’m an innocent
standing by
languaging
languishing
#5amwritersclub
November 2, 2025 at 11:08 AM
Poem wrote me
this morning. In fact
it wrote the world.
It wasn’t just sentience,
it started as a sentence
and banged big from there.
All that I know, that was
poem. Before poem was
avoid. This life,
you can’t blame me
for it. I’m an innocent
standing by
languaging
languishing
#5amwritersclub
this morning. In fact
it wrote the world.
It wasn’t just sentience,
it started as a sentence
and banged big from there.
All that I know, that was
poem. Before poem was
avoid. This life,
you can’t blame me
for it. I’m an innocent
standing by
languaging
languishing
#5amwritersclub
Let it sit for a bit
is what is writ in
the pit of my wit.
Dits and dits and dahs
go far, because manual
is all I can handle, you all
know the shanty… see?
And can we hae bits and
wee bits and almost no bits,
or qbits that rue bits?
You betcha. As long as
we talk the walk, speed
is of little concern
is what is writ in
the pit of my wit.
Dits and dits and dahs
go far, because manual
is all I can handle, you all
know the shanty… see?
And can we hae bits and
wee bits and almost no bits,
or qbits that rue bits?
You betcha. As long as
we talk the walk, speed
is of little concern
November 1, 2025 at 7:47 AM
Let it sit for a bit
is what is writ in
the pit of my wit.
Dits and dits and dahs
go far, because manual
is all I can handle, you all
know the shanty… see?
And can we hae bits and
wee bits and almost no bits,
or qbits that rue bits?
You betcha. As long as
we talk the walk, speed
is of little concern
is what is writ in
the pit of my wit.
Dits and dits and dahs
go far, because manual
is all I can handle, you all
know the shanty… see?
And can we hae bits and
wee bits and almost no bits,
or qbits that rue bits?
You betcha. As long as
we talk the walk, speed
is of little concern
If I lent a
sympathetic elbow
would that be
proper propping?
Admittedly,
there are things
that hang on me
like clothes when
I’m slunk between
my shoulders. It’s
a posture thing. I
guess you post
yours and I’ll
post mine.
And
we’ll see
posthumously
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
sympathetic elbow
would that be
proper propping?
Admittedly,
there are things
that hang on me
like clothes when
I’m slunk between
my shoulders. It’s
a posture thing. I
guess you post
yours and I’ll
post mine.
And
we’ll see
posthumously
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
October 31, 2025 at 8:08 AM
If I lent a
sympathetic elbow
would that be
proper propping?
Admittedly,
there are things
that hang on me
like clothes when
I’m slunk between
my shoulders. It’s
a posture thing. I
guess you post
yours and I’ll
post mine.
And
we’ll see
posthumously
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
sympathetic elbow
would that be
proper propping?
Admittedly,
there are things
that hang on me
like clothes when
I’m slunk between
my shoulders. It’s
a posture thing. I
guess you post
yours and I’ll
post mine.
And
we’ll see
posthumously
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
It feels like you wrote me
in one draft, hurriedly,
some weekend between
binucleation and the
seventh day rest.
Fine, you are a pantser.
(I’m sure no one noticed)
Did you stuff me in a drawer
and forget my worn face
for eons.? Hauled out
like an old restaurant
menu. Fries with me?
#5amwritetsclub
in one draft, hurriedly,
some weekend between
binucleation and the
seventh day rest.
Fine, you are a pantser.
(I’m sure no one noticed)
Did you stuff me in a drawer
and forget my worn face
for eons.? Hauled out
like an old restaurant
menu. Fries with me?
#5amwritetsclub
October 30, 2025 at 10:18 AM
It feels like you wrote me
in one draft, hurriedly,
some weekend between
binucleation and the
seventh day rest.
Fine, you are a pantser.
(I’m sure no one noticed)
Did you stuff me in a drawer
and forget my worn face
for eons.? Hauled out
like an old restaurant
menu. Fries with me?
#5amwritetsclub
in one draft, hurriedly,
some weekend between
binucleation and the
seventh day rest.
Fine, you are a pantser.
(I’m sure no one noticed)
Did you stuff me in a drawer
and forget my worn face
for eons.? Hauled out
like an old restaurant
menu. Fries with me?
#5amwritetsclub
Influencer.
Influenza.
And speak easier,
knowing that
someone else cues
your train of thought.
You ought to train,
snap-twig as you
crouch-step though
the thicket, knee deep
(said the frog)
in the thickest of
thickets, trusting not
where you step, but
why. Vaccine. Seen,
it seems
#5amwritersclub
Influenza.
And speak easier,
knowing that
someone else cues
your train of thought.
You ought to train,
snap-twig as you
crouch-step though
the thicket, knee deep
(said the frog)
in the thickest of
thickets, trusting not
where you step, but
why. Vaccine. Seen,
it seems
#5amwritersclub
October 29, 2025 at 6:09 AM
Influencer.
Influenza.
And speak easier,
knowing that
someone else cues
your train of thought.
You ought to train,
snap-twig as you
crouch-step though
the thicket, knee deep
(said the frog)
in the thickest of
thickets, trusting not
where you step, but
why. Vaccine. Seen,
it seems
#5amwritersclub
Influenza.
And speak easier,
knowing that
someone else cues
your train of thought.
You ought to train,
snap-twig as you
crouch-step though
the thicket, knee deep
(said the frog)
in the thickest of
thickets, trusting not
where you step, but
why. Vaccine. Seen,
it seems
#5amwritersclub
Blue skeleton drinking
pre dice juice. He
struts into the
casino, crash into
cash expectations
for to marrow, joints
of composer and
composted strategies
and he places his
bet. Without flesh,
faint of heart, even
a win is a loss.
Chance favors a
full skull.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
pre dice juice. He
struts into the
casino, crash into
cash expectations
for to marrow, joints
of composer and
composted strategies
and he places his
bet. Without flesh,
faint of heart, even
a win is a loss.
Chance favors a
full skull.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
October 28, 2025 at 10:37 AM
Blue skeleton drinking
pre dice juice. He
struts into the
casino, crash into
cash expectations
for to marrow, joints
of composer and
composted strategies
and he places his
bet. Without flesh,
faint of heart, even
a win is a loss.
Chance favors a
full skull.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
pre dice juice. He
struts into the
casino, crash into
cash expectations
for to marrow, joints
of composer and
composted strategies
and he places his
bet. Without flesh,
faint of heart, even
a win is a loss.
Chance favors a
full skull.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
Unshackle your “do”
from other’s “don’t”
It’s all keyless now,
the cold glass of
milk, the frog on the
grass and shrapnel
toenails. You’re
coming with me then
right? Fine! I can put
up with dairy amphibians
and daily plebeians
but I don’t have to
green or blue. Neither
do you.
#5amwritersclub
from other’s “don’t”
It’s all keyless now,
the cold glass of
milk, the frog on the
grass and shrapnel
toenails. You’re
coming with me then
right? Fine! I can put
up with dairy amphibians
and daily plebeians
but I don’t have to
green or blue. Neither
do you.
#5amwritersclub
October 26, 2025 at 11:07 PM
Unshackle your “do”
from other’s “don’t”
It’s all keyless now,
the cold glass of
milk, the frog on the
grass and shrapnel
toenails. You’re
coming with me then
right? Fine! I can put
up with dairy amphibians
and daily plebeians
but I don’t have to
green or blue. Neither
do you.
#5amwritersclub
from other’s “don’t”
It’s all keyless now,
the cold glass of
milk, the frog on the
grass and shrapnel
toenails. You’re
coming with me then
right? Fine! I can put
up with dairy amphibians
and daily plebeians
but I don’t have to
green or blue. Neither
do you.
#5amwritersclub
look out into the,
and only see a,
my reflection an,
(then)
the big reveal,
I’m seeing squared,
spilling all over
jagged horizontal.
Then, dark blue.
This silly wet,
but not ocean…
first trees, then
textures. A house,
a field. Created
quietly, just
for me, as I
disappear.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
and only see a,
my reflection an,
(then)
the big reveal,
I’m seeing squared,
spilling all over
jagged horizontal.
Then, dark blue.
This silly wet,
but not ocean…
first trees, then
textures. A house,
a field. Created
quietly, just
for me, as I
disappear.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
October 25, 2025 at 10:08 AM
look out into the,
and only see a,
my reflection an,
(then)
the big reveal,
I’m seeing squared,
spilling all over
jagged horizontal.
Then, dark blue.
This silly wet,
but not ocean…
first trees, then
textures. A house,
a field. Created
quietly, just
for me, as I
disappear.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
and only see a,
my reflection an,
(then)
the big reveal,
I’m seeing squared,
spilling all over
jagged horizontal.
Then, dark blue.
This silly wet,
but not ocean…
first trees, then
textures. A house,
a field. Created
quietly, just
for me, as I
disappear.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
Nothing does it justice,
or maybe just ice
applied as a poultice
during the winter solstice.
But those magics are
trembling. “We could be
available”, yet inside
they’re just seconds
against millennia
backdrops. Rookie
healers, selling sage
agelesslly.
#5amwritersclub
#poem
#poetry
or maybe just ice
applied as a poultice
during the winter solstice.
But those magics are
trembling. “We could be
available”, yet inside
they’re just seconds
against millennia
backdrops. Rookie
healers, selling sage
agelesslly.
#5amwritersclub
#poem
#poetry
October 24, 2025 at 11:56 AM
Nothing does it justice,
or maybe just ice
applied as a poultice
during the winter solstice.
But those magics are
trembling. “We could be
available”, yet inside
they’re just seconds
against millennia
backdrops. Rookie
healers, selling sage
agelesslly.
#5amwritersclub
#poem
#poetry
or maybe just ice
applied as a poultice
during the winter solstice.
But those magics are
trembling. “We could be
available”, yet inside
they’re just seconds
against millennia
backdrops. Rookie
healers, selling sage
agelesslly.
#5amwritersclub
#poem
#poetry
You set me in motion.
I didn’t even ask to
suck in my first breath.
Yet here I am. You
departed, rather
unceremoniously,
and now I’m responsible
to satisfy Newton, and
keep it all going, and fear
sharp and hot and loud,
without question.
#5amwritersclub
#poem
#poetry
#BlueSkyPoetry
I didn’t even ask to
suck in my first breath.
Yet here I am. You
departed, rather
unceremoniously,
and now I’m responsible
to satisfy Newton, and
keep it all going, and fear
sharp and hot and loud,
without question.
#5amwritersclub
#poem
#poetry
#BlueSkyPoetry
October 22, 2025 at 8:07 AM
You set me in motion.
I didn’t even ask to
suck in my first breath.
Yet here I am. You
departed, rather
unceremoniously,
and now I’m responsible
to satisfy Newton, and
keep it all going, and fear
sharp and hot and loud,
without question.
#5amwritersclub
#poem
#poetry
#BlueSkyPoetry
I didn’t even ask to
suck in my first breath.
Yet here I am. You
departed, rather
unceremoniously,
and now I’m responsible
to satisfy Newton, and
keep it all going, and fear
sharp and hot and loud,
without question.
#5amwritersclub
#poem
#poetry
#BlueSkyPoetry
Presto digit rations.
No more counting
on me fingers. They
perpetually hold
whack a mole
mallets, made
malleable since
wood became
scarce in the
not so great
could debacle.
Toes no better,
the tread mills
occupied, hamster
wheels always
spinning, makes
the dancing plague
look still.
#5amwritersclub
No more counting
on me fingers. They
perpetually hold
whack a mole
mallets, made
malleable since
wood became
scarce in the
not so great
could debacle.
Toes no better,
the tread mills
occupied, hamster
wheels always
spinning, makes
the dancing plague
look still.
#5amwritersclub
October 21, 2025 at 6:45 AM
Presto digit rations.
No more counting
on me fingers. They
perpetually hold
whack a mole
mallets, made
malleable since
wood became
scarce in the
not so great
could debacle.
Toes no better,
the tread mills
occupied, hamster
wheels always
spinning, makes
the dancing plague
look still.
#5amwritersclub
No more counting
on me fingers. They
perpetually hold
whack a mole
mallets, made
malleable since
wood became
scarce in the
not so great
could debacle.
Toes no better,
the tread mills
occupied, hamster
wheels always
spinning, makes
the dancing plague
look still.
#5amwritersclub
Dead beetle carcasses
on the concrete and he’s
no where in sight.
Lining up dead beetle
carcasses like cars
for sale, and I crouch
chin on knee, displaying
my wares. Where is he?
I don’t know, but this
market isn’t infinite
and these things won’t
sell themselves.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
on the concrete and he’s
no where in sight.
Lining up dead beetle
carcasses like cars
for sale, and I crouch
chin on knee, displaying
my wares. Where is he?
I don’t know, but this
market isn’t infinite
and these things won’t
sell themselves.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
October 20, 2025 at 9:33 AM
Dead beetle carcasses
on the concrete and he’s
no where in sight.
Lining up dead beetle
carcasses like cars
for sale, and I crouch
chin on knee, displaying
my wares. Where is he?
I don’t know, but this
market isn’t infinite
and these things won’t
sell themselves.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
on the concrete and he’s
no where in sight.
Lining up dead beetle
carcasses like cars
for sale, and I crouch
chin on knee, displaying
my wares. Where is he?
I don’t know, but this
market isn’t infinite
and these things won’t
sell themselves.
#5amwritersclub
#poetry
#poem
Oral tradition
out of synch,
and suddenly
we are retelling
the future and
everyone has a
pair of ducks.
They get top
bling, and you’d
predict a golden
rage yet if
everyone is
fort knocked off
the standard,
waddle ashore
going ashore,
scratch on
cave walls
with charred
sticks and
quack
no more
#poem
out of synch,
and suddenly
we are retelling
the future and
everyone has a
pair of ducks.
They get top
bling, and you’d
predict a golden
rage yet if
everyone is
fort knocked off
the standard,
waddle ashore
going ashore,
scratch on
cave walls
with charred
sticks and
quack
no more
#poem
October 18, 2025 at 6:54 AM
Oral tradition
out of synch,
and suddenly
we are retelling
the future and
everyone has a
pair of ducks.
They get top
bling, and you’d
predict a golden
rage yet if
everyone is
fort knocked off
the standard,
waddle ashore
going ashore,
scratch on
cave walls
with charred
sticks and
quack
no more
#poem
out of synch,
and suddenly
we are retelling
the future and
everyone has a
pair of ducks.
They get top
bling, and you’d
predict a golden
rage yet if
everyone is
fort knocked off
the standard,
waddle ashore
going ashore,
scratch on
cave walls
with charred
sticks and
quack
no more
#poem
Poe, a tree, a twice frail tree.
But don’t you see, branches
below floorboards sway
on their own and I want
to see a teaspoon of whatever
it is you are, or perhaps aren’t
because then you are quantized
and evermore floorboards
don’t matter, and branches
don’t lay still even in breezes,
not unmoving
But don’t you see, branches
below floorboards sway
on their own and I want
to see a teaspoon of whatever
it is you are, or perhaps aren’t
because then you are quantized
and evermore floorboards
don’t matter, and branches
don’t lay still even in breezes,
not unmoving
October 17, 2025 at 11:45 AM
Poe, a tree, a twice frail tree.
But don’t you see, branches
below floorboards sway
on their own and I want
to see a teaspoon of whatever
it is you are, or perhaps aren’t
because then you are quantized
and evermore floorboards
don’t matter, and branches
don’t lay still even in breezes,
not unmoving
But don’t you see, branches
below floorboards sway
on their own and I want
to see a teaspoon of whatever
it is you are, or perhaps aren’t
because then you are quantized
and evermore floorboards
don’t matter, and branches
don’t lay still even in breezes,
not unmoving