Poems + me&Chat 2025.5.12-18
2025.5.13 – I’m a small flame today
2025.5.14 – Another waiting room
2025.5.15 – Got no gun
2025.5.17 – Weary wander wonder worn
2025.5.18 – Theis little wiggly went to market
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I’m a small flame today
fueled by my own fool
foul flapping above
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Another waiting room
another waiting to see how bad
bad is
Older up and down the ladder
loading Entropy’s train
I’m decay, detritus
But it’s all good
is amazing
I’m still aging
Good genes
good luck
and the Gods loving fools
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Got no gun
no bullets no how
down to my wits
Be a short war
Know my limitations
my few illuminations
my ship to shorn
Limbic low bar
Waiting for sun
been cloudy since
so make my own fun
Pretend I don’t care
Your traffic lights
go from wrong to not-right
yellow the young
Unwelcome unfair
And yet we must try
if one wants to survive
thread thrive
So there
our are
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Weary wander wonder worn
in this land of logic torn
by the much we less forewarned
If we toss the pretty words
lotta dark left
a heap of absurd
This bouquet of violence
in dalliance too long
sings wrong song
As it’s ever been
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New rooster on hyperdrive
crows every 10 seconds
must be heavy sun
Different day
different try
different why
Pack bags
sweep floor
pick up crumbs
Down road
carry load
ala mode
Smile while
trail on trial
Past trode
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This little wiggly went to market
this little wiggly stayed home
this little wiggly seems stuck to your foot
let’s get us a knife and cut to the bone
In in-know-sense of little children
and their dark demanding tones
lies tonic for the tome
Fare tale fairly told
behold our young in old
If I may bleed so bold
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