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I looked for you for days Evading me at every corner. Betrayal. Miles to go The same truck stop bathroom Pilot stores Communal showers I tried to find you But you were never there Until I gave up And I saw you. I grabbed you And you let me And that's when I realized Everything would be fine Because I finally found Junior Mints And now they were mine.

This is an Attempt To quickly find Another way to To figure it all out, even if I get Through this puzzling life with A piece of paper And a stanza

the      man   took me aside looked me dead in the eye        and said "make me       a poem" So I did

I wrote an poem I think it's uninspired Why don't you decide

Guess what? It was me! I did it. I've been doing everything. I squeezed every tube I could ever find Dead in the middle (especially your toothpaste) There, my handprint for all to see. I put the seat DOWN In a predominantly male household And put the paper on backwards........ Just to piss you off. I farted. It was me I just blamed the cat To get you off my back And as you can see I'm still single. I tripped you up When you weren't looking, I switched the sugar with the salt, I stole one sock, From every pair you own I really love my work see, It's my fault. i made you eat that junkfood And I made it make you sick

earth's pillars holding up the sky draped across the earth like a veil... undulate, caressing, the sky extends her pale arm to him, ground seduced by vap'rous fingers. the fire stoked by her soft touch rumbles deep inside the earth, and starts to rise. he shifts to taste his lover's mouth, the wind their shared and bated breath. their cycles flow to syncopation, the two now one.

Said the Lover to his one true love: "I love thee. OH, how I love thee. I love thee... more than I love me. OH, how I love thee. You're the love of my life.  I'm so lucky to have you in my life. OH, how I love thee. To my heart you hold the key. And how to see when blinded by the love thou hast for me. OH, how I love thee. I love thy furriness, thy soft skin, and thy round, heavenly figure. Though, I love thee in more ways than three. OH, how I love thee. Please be mine. My lovely, little Kiwi. Oh how I love thee, my lovely, lovely Kiwi. Oh, how my heart breaks.  It aches and aches. It longs for you. But what am I to do? It is from you that

Yea... Me and my platypus, we was best friends until the day that he died. I cried and cried and cried. It all started when my baby got me a platypus. First thing I noticed was… Lord knows he's wrinklehy! So I made up my mind about what I was gonna do, I said... I'm gonna iron my platypus. I'm gonna Iron him 'till he's flat. Yea... me and my platypus, we was best friends until the day that he died. I cried and cried and cried. Well, it all ended the day I decided to Iron my platypus. So as it turns out... you can't Iron a platypus. I Ironed his life right out. But me and my platypus, was best friends until

the cadae is fey poetry made to magnify pi: holy, unencumbered math'matics, stretching the writer far beyond the normal strictures. forcing thought into positions, into relation with its  self: refracting and reflecting ideas. forming a verbal wormhole.

the diff'rence between the gates of heaven and hell is one of tariffs: at hell's you abandon hope, heaven wants fear and doubt too.