Things

A woman on the beach today, psychosis of homelessness,
shouting aloud to herself "Give me a *kind* *word*!"
pounded the side of her face with her fist.

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Male

Mosquitos come too
and fleas I imagine
driven to ecstasy
expending themselves
for posterity a bigger
brainless cause coming
and going

they hang on
to the back of their excitement
for dear life

*

Scratch Paper

first draw
a box
around it
because it's
important then
cross it
out because
it's done

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Riddle

Words don't
make any
thing but
them selves

the rest
is up
to

*

Pardon Me

Let me ask
you a question
if I can

Are words riddles
and if not
what are they

*

Nothing

What are you
doing I said
to my words

I listened carefully
I heard nothing
but ears rustling