Sunday, January 17, 2021

Song of 81 Poems - LXVIII




If by work, we represent the Nile, 
   and carve our place,
We'll understand, the curious smears, 
   the space, all borderline.

Opaque for mellifluous Death.
Have a favorite? Compose metaphoric solutions here,
    Give language away. "Nikolay, not a nice novella.
   "Life flies after us. Women feel the surf."

After we get out, we might mess up the place.
Forget my aggressive Mother.
   She observes with an edge, to give ideas.

"Don't be afraid, Love Angel,
             Thou didst forgot my only past."
A child's metaphoric questions, opportunity
Tie the vain red-faced hypocrite,
   Know Hermes, with flash-lit cat eyes.

He confronted reality, way hot, full-assed.
   A Rainbow over glorious endeavors.
Too young poet, try scandalous colors.

Your studio, the crass solution impressed sex.
Water paint creeps into the fun life,
   Masterpieces follow.
You had better laugh, empty blocks a dark party.

Capture music, homely sister.
Write to shimmer, create . . .
   and damage model dreams,

I believe her sibling dazzled.
    She made a thought like days.


Song of 81 Poems:

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10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18
19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36
37 38 
38 40 41 42 43 44 45
46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54
55 56 57 58 59 60 61
 62 63
64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72
73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81

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