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Ten exercises in style you must learn how to ride
Threads of drool, a type of flavored ice
A haircut will cure some of what errs
Bald as a Cyrillic coconut
Overgrown as a syphilitic lesion
That’s the danger with second natures—they’re always looking to get promoted
There are certain dead actors who remind us of Tuesday
His odor remains long after he dissipates: e pluribus unum
From this sainted phrase comes the taint of slavery: e pluribus unum
For all debts public and private
Sometimes you must turn away from your likeness
The size of intimacy is shrinking
Burgess Meredith croaks, ‘I really tied one on’
Then you notice it’s midnight, Tuesday

The Port of Seattle

Teetering free of grating vanes
Fall hand-sized flakes of rust

The signal yet unsounded
Nestled in bright life vests

The rigging sprinkled with rot
A nautical sign for rest

Better now than never
Better never say

None of your physics persist
For long, none

Of your bromides cut
The air where

Once our lichen bloomed
The sea where

Twice the riptide blitzed
The sand where

Once a drifting splinter lay
Guttered, culled & grey

Two long, one short:
A warning unrequited.

The Blog Within

Should you feel, as each of us does,
If we live long enough we’ll
Be something to some
But everything to none
I’d say that’s a pretty good guess

A unique—if
We agree to
Call it that—
Proposition:
If it looks
Like something
Congenital
(              )

Voice vote
Chokes blokes,
Link the
Underground
Line

Monty
Sought
But yet
Undone

The price of
Explication
Is
Animal
Magnetism

As we
Sacrifice
One
If
Desire
Is
Blind