Challenge: The perfect ten.

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Don't warm day old coffee.
It's sludge—tastes like mud.

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A second
quarter til'
30 minutes
way past time

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Silence my ghost.
I mourned
you with me;
the daddy.
 
Neonurotic

I've wondered . . .
newly depressed
or do you piss in colors?


;)

Regards, Rybka
 
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Rybka said:
I've wondered . . .
newly depressed
or do you piss in colors?


;)

Regards, Rybka
Nah, I'm me,
up
   down
up
that's how I be.

;)

- neo
 
Well worn pages
fairy tales
for bed-time.
You missed some!

That sax
that bass
those riffs
like a comfy chair.

that was the best
damn
stuffing ever
made from scratch
 
sleep escapes
my grasp
counting sheep's not working.
Count stars.

fresh fallen snow
black snakes of tire tracks.
slither away.

no more claws to click
on the hardwood.
Silent paws.
 
cold house
bed warm
you breathe
suns
skies
cover me


first sip
of morning
teacup kisses
your
buttery
toasty
smiles
 
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2003 died
in a flurry
snow
and damp bottle rockets.

2004 arrived,
looked around.
Settled for a year’s trial run.

Forecast hopeful
With occasional
Grey days.
Generally sunny
And clear.
 
vertical
dizzy
feet high
zzzzzlow

what's up
with Down
today?

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symphony
for boxing
gloved hands
thick minds
and aching
temples

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aching for
slaps
dreaming of
snow
wake me up
please
 
tanka

 
 

            fog -- day
            turned into
            night

            will there be
            tomorrow?

 

wh,
1997-7-7
 
 


                    i yawn wide
                    at the sunrise


wh,
1997-11-03

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                wind--
                    a butterfly
                        and white paper


wh,
1997-11-9

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If you feel like it, I'd be curious about your reading of the two above.

Regards,
 
prancing around the joint
laughing
dancing
eating
reading
kissing
fucking
 
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