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— Recent Poems —

• I wrote your name on a piece of paper

  by Jason (i), Typo Brahe (ii), Miss MoneyPenny (iii), Piglet 2 (iv), Agatha’s Crispy (v), and Skizerp (vi)

  I

  I wrote your name on a piece of paper

  II

  In ink that promised to be indelible

  III

  Written on the pages of your heart

  IV

  And penned neatly across your butt cheeks

  V

  Tattoo ink pouring into thine cheeks

  VI

  Sea otters floating down the river
• my friend and i began to think

  by andy (i, iii, v), and burke (ii, iv)

  I

  my friend and i began to think

  II

  And franckled on the limber link

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  Our rambling on-ramp ramrods Rambo-ed Rimbau

  IV

  Roverrandom riverrun revelry remembrance roped him in

  V

  and the samoans laughed and laughed
• He said, "I agree, want to do another?"

  by cone (i, iii, v, vii, ix, xi, xiii, xv), and jared (ii, iv, vi, viii, x, xii, xiv)

  I

  He said, "I agree, want to do another?"

  II

  "oh yeah," she says and opens with a quote by him, who responds with a quote by her

  III

  wait a minute now, that's not how this is supposed to go. She pouted a bit.

  IV

  Supposed, should, have to, must, polite, correct, expected, assumed, right, wrong, good, bad. A judgement by any other name still smells lik

  V

  e <negative anticipation>. She knew only too well that she was weak, selfish and let anxiety rule her life, and yet

  VI

  And yet maybe what she thinks was known too well, wasn't. Perhaps the real rules and who rules is yet to be discovered

  VII

  Stepping off into the Great Unknown to do all that discovering ellicits great consternation

  VIII

  Negative anticipation provokes fear and fear; great consternation. Stepping into the abyss, like keeping ones eyes open at the moment of de

  IX

  cision which fuels the astonishing progress of the headlong rush into truth, arriving at self

  X

  cision is especially powerful when used for de to make in with pre, for re and ex of, what we are not, so what remains is US

  XI

  that essential truth, the US, seems somewhat elusive; other times so very close

  XII

  The Truth is the I, inclusive of all that exists; the Truth is Love

  XIII

  how to bring truth to "Truth" is learning to love me, love others, love the discombobulation

  XIV

  Love is who and what we are, we need only let go of what is not, at deeper and deeper levels until there is nothing left but Love

  XV

  It's God's handiwork: a lesson hard to come by but throughly learned. This will change everything.
• Cheetos on the street

  by Rob (i, vi), James (ii, v), blahed (iii), nwah (iv), Andy (vii), Jackson (viii), Josiah (ix), and Meredith (x)

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  Cheetos on the street

  II

  new shoes on my feet

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  one day I found some wheat

  IV

  with a beat

  V

  make some time to meet

  VI

  Baby hook me up with some Deets!

  VII

  Rocking out to some beats

  VIII

  Wearing a scarf, a cane, and a jaunty hat

  IX

  propane, lidocane, summoning HASMAT

  X

  Smiled, the isle of my dreams
• I once was a duck

  by blahed (i), nwah (ii), Stephen (iii), and Laura (iv)

  I

  I once was a duck

  II

  But now I ain't shit

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  I try super hard not to forget

  IV

  But still leave home with no pants