breaks into flame then, a zillion
Times told shinier, more mushroomy, O my musketeer!
No wonder in it: vaped bods make Cloud-cowed civilian
Ka-Ching, kids disremembered, ah my dear,
the report cannot be independently verified.
my stooges shirt
my stooge
popular iggy peanut butter
I wear my stooges under work shirts
to stage rage to play
a little ditty to raw power
to passenge alive in
sweatwater bathtops
in heroin hats
the white rats
covered up
half shaved
primate
curing a common
cough
RUN
1
The word is a verb
but the word
is a noun
I noun you
I noun pronounce you
now pronoun you I do—
I am my wife’s wife.
I wive. I wave the news at a beetle
who must die.
It runs into and out of
this house
of mine.
2
The verb is a word
but the verb
is a noun
I’m deverbing you
I just gerunded
Excuse me.
Words are free
I am not.
The news is good
not so good and terrible,
it runs at least
a hundred
pages old.
3
I run from myself
I am faster this way
I do run myself, oblongata
this sentence
runs on
plant & animal
protein
it ruins the mouthfeel
the best feel
for it feeds as well
I have a secret
I don’t know what it isn’t.
CYBERMONDAY
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[ EY ]
I abase my base.
I abash my bash.
I abate my bait.
I abduct my duct.
I abet my bet.
I abhor my whore.
I abstain my stain.
I abstract my tract.
I abut my butt.
I accede my seed.
I accent my scent.
I acclaim my claim.
I acclimate my climate.
I accompany my company.
I accost my cost.
I account my count.
I accredit my credit.
I accrue my crew.
I acknowledge my knowledge.
I acquire my choir.
I address my dress.
I adhere my here.
I administer my minister.
I admire my mire.
I admit my mitt.
I adore my door.
I advise my vice.
I affirm my firm
I affix my fix.
I afford my Ford.
I affront my front.
I allow my low.
I amass my mass.
I ambush my bush.
I analyze my lies.
I anchor my core.
I appeal my peel.
I append my end.
I apply my ply.
I appoint my point.
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