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Pinocchio
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I sat staring... straight and steadfast fast
Washa of a special fishing district I could
but happen to sniff your strong floral surge
the tidings we share, just a softly rocking
splashing of silky quivers... We twine rope…
Seagulls spawn above… Insects... G’night...
It is impossible to say all the right things!
this foolish fucking act, fragment of small
chocolate, in any way shape or form, ah!
What do you worship? Mad Ahab Jack-O
Lantern, on this airy occasion and thusly
I, swan-like do calmly commit to study-
as if only the Fairy Faithfuls shall appear
and swooningly call upon the Cosmos...
ay that
...hypnotic, rhythmic
...hypnotic, rhythmic quality—pulling the reader into a world where thoughts, sensory experiences, and existential musings merging; like Jack-O-Lantern and Pinocchio intersecting. The contrasts between physical setting and abstract philosophy enhance its complexity, making this poem feel layered with meaning.
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Jesus loves us, stoned or not
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oh, so much better than party politics and partisan protocols.
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