Author Archives: sputterpub

Walllove

Infatuated with a wall,my admiration grew to love.I bought the right to see it allmy days, and though I look aboveat ceiling lines that I adore,and out through glass at quiet green,and underfoot at oaken floor,this wall is still my … Continue reading

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Optatives

Oh let me learn from her how not to act,and even as my finger joints get gnarly,let me cultivate the skill of tact,and never let my visage be so snarly.As far back as my memory extendsher choices have repulsed me, … Continue reading

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Support

My new best friend’s a pillow that I boughta bit after a visit, where I trieda version that my yogi daughter soughtas gift a year ago. The buckwheat hullsconform to where my muscles have been fraught(unnoticed till I felt their … Continue reading

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The Bad Trip

I took a trip and landed on the ground.My left knee and my elbow felt the pain.I must have moved too fast – that’s how I foundmyself on old concrete. I saw the stainof blood on jacket sleeve, and knew … Continue reading

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Laissez-(Un)faire

Laissez-faire describes my oldest friend.She even brags about how lax she is –not checking messages companions send;forgetting set appointments, dropping in(she knows they know she’s got the cash to spend);misplacing but not learning from a loss.She’s now annoyed a youngster … Continue reading

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Noticing

The first job for intelligence, I thought,is finding happiness. That’s what I wantfrom genius (and it’s also how I sought).If not, you’re just an idiot savant.Likewise, I’ve long expected artful mindsto notice what exists with every sense –to be attentive … Continue reading

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Density

Until a day ago, my view was brickoutside my office shed. For 16 yearsI looked at blocks and mortar inches thickwhen typing at my keyboard. What appearstoday is temporary, planks of wood,for some landowner in the neighborhoodis tearing down to … Continue reading

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Wordles

Designed to pick out patterns as I am,and liking solitary anagram,I’ve noticed some relationships in word,which carried to deliberate are absurd –like backward LIVE is EVIL and (what’s worse)a GOD transmutes to DOG in its reverse.That scrambled HEART is EARTH … Continue reading

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If I Were a Virus

If I were a virus, I’d try to infectas many hosts as can be found.I’d cause victims sneezing and thereby expectdispersal of particles. Boundfor another by blood, shit or snot,I’d aim to diffuse with a strew.Pretending I’m viral while knowing … Continue reading

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Kinder Grad

Matriculation is a minor ritewhen marking elevation to first grade.Free choice, a film, and donuts were delight,according to reports. The students played,the teacher sat – all suitably “last-dayed.”And though his folks expected he would grieveat change, it wasn’t sadness he … Continue reading

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