4/20/17

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Regard the welter…
Splendid swelter,
the drips and drops,
brain meat spasms.
I’d slather you in weirdness
and get roasted. Mantle, cold,
reflecting grime.
Which one of us is a grimace?
Thereupon the wash your head
standing overbearing flight of red.
Marble fade. Foliated term
the use sculpture metamorphosed refer.
You and me, hypothesized.
Single sinew strained.

-r. miller

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Alright, here’s where I become
an understatement.
Understanding, in its purest sense,
is a fine hat to wear.
A bit more breeze, please,
and your knees get rusty,
you thrust emphatic fingers toward
a warm and squishy sky.
How utterly motivated!
I felt abated by the hazardous course
of our sex life. Gloves, strife,
and candy sweet promises, now
a little more ambiguous.
Gratuitous you say? I say fuck.

-r. miller

4/15/17

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I have this itch
I’ve been meaning to tell you about.
So yeah, it goes without saying.
The emperor’s new sandwich,
have you heard?
lapdogs of eternity.
Something moves the rain,
though it’s optional.
Peace to the unkempt and the over-bored.
Life? At this ungodly hour?
That’s what I’ve been hearing anyway,
all the gossip columns
having been toppled
by Hurricane Jeff and his trusty six-string.
Congrats on being smothered by erudition.
These pretzels are making me thirsty.

-r. miller

4/12/17

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There was something in the way…
Light or varied ephemera
or a sonata or other(ness).
Nowhere, we bothered the infinite.
Placed doubts discreetly
and played with our hair.
We were all out of caring,
cluttered and clattering.
From the stairwell, a murmuring…

She departed
with a handful of rust,
bad intentions trailing her gown.

-r. miller