more twitterage

She’s a diamond
set
in a drill bit.
===

He was fired
from her life
like a baseball
from a corked bat.
===

Harvesting poems
from earth,
one run through
by the pitchfork.
===

A stately depression
it reigned for years.
===

Bow tie pasta
thoughts of cannibalism
Charles Osgood.
===

He remembered
the faded outline
of her voice.
===

cloud shadows race
across
bowing wheat stalks
===

Venus de Milo
eternal
itchy nose.
===

Worn tombstones
the dead
lose their voice.
===

Chihuahua:
piercing voice
on a spring:
===

The smell
of change:
ripe socks.
===

White spider moon
at center
of cirrus cloud web.
===

Since ignorance
passes for knowledge
I have hope.
===
Sunlight
cupped between
two shadows.
===

I scatter words
on the floor
hoping they bloom.
No soil.

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