Just stupid hints at ineffable words and crossed out lines.
I keep missing you in and out of time.
The waver of your favours is both bravado and tremolo,
like a strange moon pulling unpredictable tides.
Outside, my flowers play peekaboo;
first time the terrarium ever bloomed.
Opening for the sun, taking sweet, painstaking, time.
The posture of a finger poised to press
the crisp wrinkles of scorched, thin leather.
Flesh,
I now call you Bewilder.
A
Deritive is an infinite difference.
An
Integral is an infinite sum.
That’s why they are
Inverse operations.
The difference between contrived and derived
can be found in the [con] of poor artistry.
Decoy or coy?
I am not unlike a koi pond: he responds.
What, swimming in your own shit under bridges you may not cross?: I challenge.
Everytime with this one: we both think
but, we do not say.
Can you cross the zigzag bridge over my fish head: he koi-ly bubbles.
Oh howl you want to know if I am a demon, hum huh?: I think.
Yeah, I can. Many times have I crossed the eight branches of an iris-strewn river. You are merely a pond, doll. Turning left, turning right? Not problematic to a whirling dervish. A modern ballerina. Do you, sweet koi, have the tenacity of a salmon?: I say.
Can you cross my moonbridge?: I ask
Do you have the potential energy required to achieve the kinetic momentum required to overcome the archway: I wonder.
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An enlivening of a skin abrasion.
A salmon swimming upstream.
Bears with fish scales stuck between incisors.
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Rub it til it bleeds, said PJ Harvey.
Clears my crown and your heads.
You wait seven days.
It keeps you, freshly.
It keeps you integral and not derivative.
WrittenCasey 