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Wikipedia Poem, No. 469

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“I’ve seen thy spirit bending / In fond idolatry.” Emily Dickinson

         you don't like 
your opinions
but 
   because 
i'm 
a flatterer
     or 
something 

      i loved

         it is 
      nothing to 
alter its dimensions 
i'm 
         a flatterer
vested in hydrangeas
or 
    something black 
        and 
   ravaged
	wielding 
       love

       is that you 
afraid        of love simply because 
    i'm a flatterer
and have flattered before
  or is something black 
        and ravage
      	wielding the vest of hydrangeas
or something vested in hydrangeas
or 
        something to 
          alter 
         its 
  dimensions
         because you're flattered 
         by your opinions
or something 
      more 
like 
you
         
it's
  just like 
this

      show 
        me the altar in you
unwilling to be loved
please
show me
	and i will
	desecrate it

Wikipedia Poem, No. 229

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“These are men without names; they are called / After their lands, after their handwork / Men will remember the smell of their garments / Not as of us the sound only / Of words over earth door” Archibald MacLeish

 

Grace— your characters’ will
respond to their dialogue’s inner
workings at your ear’s invitation

Joy— the difference is
though for dialogue to invite
classic lies behind those inner words

Grace— and those invitations develop
lumber but love the welcoming timbre with
the bizarre smell of photographic developer

Joy— i’m responding to your prompt
tends to discussion as you would
a lumpenproletariat advent rose

Grace— telling a story balances loss with
fantasy there’s more going on in every verb
regardless of the subtlety of drama

Joy— the man talks to his dog
about far more branches exterior play oil
you have to leave his dog to naturalise him

Grace— themselves so you ultimately
choose the subtlety of choice then shift
between it and freedom as they may be

Joy— but the narrative plays
a knack of influence over the insightful voice
work this is just text gently animated

Grace— animation is optional see my brain
under nature’s spell needs let go of
economy where you as writer live also

Joy— ends the script or voice work
be gentle with this form of dialogue the way it
uses lore the audience won’t last on true sea

Grace— so on break streets forum threads
it’s so effective a choice to choose work
metaphysical journey as script

Wikipedia Poem, No. 52

Scene 1

stopper

 the 
    scene A 
beat 
“He tied her past me, first what I need” When 
  are your face When 
you’ve got an autopsy 
         to the 
      attorney Or 
        remains 
“Don’t 
          found there’s a business board?”
       
His old 
      man’s eyes landed back and listened to botch “But…
     “You’ll 
find the 
        checkered patter of time
     Someone else will die and 
          slit her.” 
         More smoke in my 
        eyes from across 
his overgrown 
   brow 
        business measures dash 
         by Fingers dully on 
  then… you what  I 
never killed back and slit her 
          remains Don’t secure 
         the attorney Call 
me and stopper 

         grandpa?

He 
      stared past me to botch “But…
“You’ll 
tell your 
face when.”