silly putty hands waiting at the baggage claim
for the unopened sugary cake cocoon
revealing to you inner eyelids
maybe other parts too
inaccessible, tell me again
how daring
when crowded waist deep
in failed attempts
in exceptional deluded prowess
if then this
well, you have succeeded
but if not
then what?
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if a poem could talk a little
or maybe babble
say a lot of different things
in many words
or like a few words
usually in great rows
projected by tongues like oars
or gibberish chopsticks
some letters give hugs like “o”s
“g”s could hug and “u”s
wouldn’t want to bother with the “s”
definitely the uppercase “B”
never the “x” I don’t understand the “x”
the “x” is very alone
but if the poem was talking a little
I was listening
maybe you were listening
we both were then.
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