Activities of zmz gbzn

twist about and turn toward
keening of a diff'rent sort
embrace discomfort for reward:
slightly less discomfort.
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it's a pretty bad choice
of a place to try to write
where small people will
at the height of lung and voice
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tilted in your palm
toward the violet sun
a little square of glass
a lump of sticky gum
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to the head of a stair made of stone she strayed / in the heat of a midsummer's day / and there in cool shadow of bramble and lintel / took refuge from sun's burning ray. / her eyes are as dark and as warm as pitch / they accustom themselves to the dim / and as they do so, so too do they fall / on the faint hint of light far below. / cautiously, fingers outstretched, she descends / under the small drumlin green / toes on damp, mossy, uneven slate / where no mortal foot-fall has been. / heavy now the muddy hems of her skirts / the stair steepens and plunges her in / a brackish mere, rising up with pale, ghostly light / drenching her through, beneath skin. / somewhere, perhaps in an unwritten tale / a limp body washes up on the sands / a young boy out picking cranberries / spies her out on the strand / and calls out to his ancient grandfather / "Poppa, look there, who's she? " / "Where, what? You're imagining, / but my dear boy, that's alright with me."
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When I were schooled english wernt my thing.
My scores in English lurning no bells done ring.
Yea I grajaded but ain't english smart ….no lie!
Come end a school year the teach said 'By Bri.'
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a competition for attention
cannot be won be me
'gainst all the ghosts and their inventions
from every past century
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sitting on a city bus
parked with engine off
"break-time" he says
"yes" is the reply
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Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew
Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two
The candy man, the candy man can
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why cannot we be called friends?
once fellows now turned followers
what means? toward what ends?
in a cultic twist of collective fate
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