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Lexical littorals illiterate foal
Talus and cirque shore and shoal
Iconoclast anarchy vortex knoll

****** matrix vertex peak
Semantic regalia flux and seek
Torrid allusions own and keep

Dichotomy paradox surge and swell
Primordial integumence purge and fell
Contiguity confluence dirge and knell
Reliquiae requiem show and tell

Accession assertion deliberative need
Transcendent ascension expiate seed
Subordinate ancillary exigency deed
Subliminal subjunctive sensorium seethe

Uxorious usury detinue blithe
Contiguous currency decimate tithe
Tractive proximity critical lithe
Delusory phantasm futurity kithe

Alacritous tactile acuity interstice
Accidence ambience resonance quipy pith
Scenario synopsis resilience gist
Endergonic protensive progressiveness rift
Prestissimo preterite retroactive gift

Poignant puissance piquant myth
Fable fantasticate legend list
Preternatural gesticulate proclivity pith
Propensity assimilate diabolical mist
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******* fornicate zooidal kist
Parenthetical erudite erumpence fist
Quiescent gossamer lecherous wrist
Militant mercenary actuator aorist
Gentle susurration of the gathered
Moving aimlessly in patterns of fantastic
Symmetry that no one planned.
Music in the silence between breaths
That energizes inner computations
Of the reasons for assembling.

Unexpected rustling of wings
Fantasizes outlines in the air
Creating something very like a blackboard
Waiting for explosions to appear.
Whereby the peacock fans its tail
And turns it to the flock of doves.

Voicing cries of strident self esteem,
The proud bird struts and preens
Which terrifies the doves who turn away
And skittle into corners
With their feathers all tucked in,
Forming cautious circles in the maelstrom.
ljm
Encounter at a writers workshop
Once I swam with brilliant fishes
In overcrowded civic ponds,
And my intellect was gleaming
As I showed it out at will.

But I can’t do that anymore.
My access to myself is gone.
I can’t retrieve the words I need
To navigate my way across
The torrent that is called a stroke.

Helpless creature on the bank,
Now I pitifully flop and
Gasp for words that may not come.
No hope of swimming any more.

No hope for much of anything
But numbness and despair
Tortured by the memory
Of flashing through the water.
      ljm
Two years on and little improvement.
we find it when the rain stops,

light comes through.                       yesterday morning

looked nice.
 May 2022 am i ee
Grace
hello little gnat
flying so small
in my ear,
with a noise like that

in my neck, in my ear,
clever little thing
no one else can hear you
or see your buzzing wings.

this side that side
round you go
buzzing in my ear
nobody will know
to the hometown i hate,
i miss seeing the october sunrise while taking the train to school every morning
to the hometown i hate,
i miss being able to wear uggs, hats and scarves already at the end of september,
to the hometown i hate,
i miss being able to buy 90 cent face masks and my favorite protein bars at the drugstore 10 minutes away from me
to the hometown i hate,
i miss seeing the porsches and mercedes c-classes parked on the curbes of our sidewalks
to the hometown i hate,
i miss the quietness of my area
to the hometown i hate,
i miss being able to speak a language i know fluently, not worrying about the anxiety i get if i get into a complicated situation
to the hometown i hate,
i miss running in the quiet, clean, green forest next to us
to the hometown i hate,
i miss sleeping in my own bed, in the room i did not like
to the hometown i hate,
i miss being able to go to my fully-equipped kitchen and bake whenever i want to, which i complained was too small until i moved into my dorm
to the hometown i hate,
i miss you
when you said
it was over
man you shot right through my heart

why you let these h03s tear what we had right apart
i shoulda seen it coming from the start

you should beware
beware
beware

of a woman with a broken heart
Credits to big Sean β€œBeware”
 May 2022 am i ee
eden schreave
she
 May 2022 am i ee
eden schreave
she
she used to breathe poetry
out of sadness, out of heartache,
out of everything that hurts.
but now she speaks words
that give light and life,
words that encourage,
words that fills someone's
soul with gladness.
she is you.
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