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The Fern (Portrait #5)

This stream is the coldest my hands have ever touched. If there is a bottom to its shallowness, I can’t find it. The water seems so damned clear, too clear. I think I should be able to see, but I can’t. It must be…

Laminate Is A Pervert

  Don’t snuggle with a rug Unless properly vacuumed And groomed Hardwoods are bit ornery but shine right up When waxed with love Hook Shag up with a van They’re meant for each other Indoor Outdoor likes it both ways Tiles are squares, most…

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Washcloths Are Scrubs

  A bath towel knows the raw and rude truth Which in most cases Is not a good thing A paper towel gets wet Easily. Then it’s all over In one or two short wipes A kitchen towel thinks they’re fancy schmancy But is…

Woolens Are Overprotective

  Argyles are in cahoots With high waters And can recite, from memory, Dialogue from Star Trek Nylons want to make Believe they are free and easy But run when the going gets tough Woolens are overprotective Leg warmers brag And want to be…

She Is Not Among The Debris

    She forgets the slow current’s nature The bridge makes memory disappear Both sides, anchored to one another By concrete skin, steel bolts, a mirage Beams and illusion. Hazy covenant The shores are never separate sides Only two similarities, held in suspension  …

Never Smooch A Brooch

    Always walk arm and arm With a purse. They’re insecure And get addicted to junk Don’t listen to babbling bracelets They get caught up in the apparel Never hang out with a trashy trinket Necklaces will fool you With spoiled-ass sweet talk…

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