Say Dominion Into Your Voice Remote
That’s my ideal of the west
Globalism seemed so premature back then
Today’s fore skin calls for light rain
All the cool kids say quotidian
it’s a party when florid portends
The crux of tumult an utterance unrequited
My vague differs sharply but my imagery is pure vocabulary
Do you deny the spasm? I’ll denude instead
The sound of inanimate objections turned
the pomp is quite ardent and circumspect
Growth changed
Fugue caching The Millimeters casual reciprocity, Prozac and other small verisimilitude
Tasted like clairvoyance or seasonal change - staggering pervasive post cards ad hoc
hypotheticals temporal. Loop implicit. Shunt patrons eroded
Love your growth, with a favorite flowerA nudge of serendipity limbo
peruse post-geographic, although imaginative pragmatism
Argot synecdoche brazenly A junket of tenderloin and the occasional bend of egregious ears
The Bigwigs Occasionally Flet
The bigwigs wonder about what really killed the dinosaurs
A catastrophic at heart, But we all have our idiosyncrasies, Hereafter it was gradual Like hardly anything is for keeps
The Fahrenheit felt like liberal republicanism
The curious rebounding tasted like polemic
My triumphs We’re banished and occasionally Or at least that was the thesis
The ideology was distilled and bygone Buy God and other dark matter
You can read and somewhat nuzzle
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a somewhat palace Palimpsest * (conversinginmetaphors)
Innate dangling
the quiet place wasn’t quotidian after all
Let me caress let me chant let me go
but I digress occasionally
however the antediluvian game is strong
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Lonely articulations
beckoning clarity in subterfuge
a foment in a sweet hindsight
My Titan was deep rooted
(would you like to touch my pejoratives?)
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Stoicism felt so steamy
you should want to be obscure
How do you like your foibles?
Every kiss begins with gun powder
Why choose an orifice when appetizers suffice
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Let the murmur begin
perestroika me with simple rhymes
a certain behavior of rooms
the best available absurdities
I wish to stand athwart with a holler or two
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* (This poem consists entirely of phrases taken directly from conversinginmetaphors blog, specifically, the past three years. Inspired by Annie Dillard’s work with found poetry, I have added nothing, only taken words from his poems and strung them together as a word collage.)
Nicely done
Artifice. Meta reflection
However the space was near the cart return and it went outwardly
Atrocities were literally a module
A quotient was a quorum or a quip
The quiet place wasn’t quotidian after all but slightly basilica
Quickly a plant of infamous evinces
That which reminds of noting in particular and so it sounds
Firmness in a glance, how does that go? ask Alexa risqué questions and laughter ignites but inky blobs
What would you designate! innate dangling and unrefined sculptures of uninhabitable statements
Shout and Shout
A noir canceling head ache
The world is flat like Steve Jobs 2.0
The big game concludes and concludes and With subtitles
Explore the mystery of aroma How many Messiah’s or frogs do you see
Touch them with Lingerie And fiber optic urethra ballets
I’m tired of Singing with boiling idiots
A swamp of obscure syllables
they shouted gravity in my eyes
let me caress let me chant let me go
passionately dispassionate
that’s my allegory and I’m sticking to it
the allegory was dormant
god partisans bereft of super colliders
Telos was his name oh
stargazing an Ozymandian radio joint
Meager was preternatural naturally
The landmass felt last-ditch
Immensely overt the hard way
A buzzing laden of idioms
roughly symmetrical speaking of parlance
piggyback odd models of locution
Down into the mud tropes
the gutter teased like an orchestra
but it was just superimposed
A rigorous de rigueur
Visited my youngest son at UF they have a beautiful butterfly garden
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How To Zeitgeist with Cliches and Fireflys
Charles Scott (@conversinginmetaphors)
How to Win friends and influence people with love in the Time of cholera Blue is the color of zeitgeist and occasionally small icons A stool was near a cluttered island, An iron fist of invisible hands a lovely Figure with Meat my god Francis Bacon is crispy Cliché like the plague tonight or at least Wang Chung in Alberta slip a plaid tabard over my indifference and glee near fireflys My position was obtusely clear assumptions are intervention distortion Art is cool like fireflys
throwing glass houses while stoned
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What goes up is planning to fail
I saw an aesthetic once when my faults were palindrome. The altitude was a proven disinclination. The rhythm means nothing without mediocrity.
He left the game theory with percussion like sympathies. However, it was up in the air. It never fails unless it often does.
Existential spaghetti squash/ to paraphrase
Late afternoon edit / man made batty
Of courser / a humming tilt