The Poeming 2021: Silence of the Lambs

Confidential Papers

Do you know why a bad joke skins the curiosity? We have fire. It all comes from ambitious shine and your mother. 

A toss-up between your room and yourself.

But here’s the question: How about it? The wonder, the night. A suggestion. We’re already something funny, remote, empty. Go backward, longer than necessary, because failure leans against the door.

This is a found poem. Source Material: 

After the Magic 

Entirely  Innocent Accurate Touches Of Courtesy.

This is a found poem. Source Material:

Never Outside

I’m going to model the afternoon, make  it a photograph. I  push a button,  twitch, suggest  time, the sound- less clock both  high and amused.

The lights were on beyond the closet.

She hummed in her distance,  considered the morning, measured the money, and  the outside.

This is a found poem. Source Material:

Psychological Anomalies #2

A fool responds in color,

out for love. Careful

of the procedure, the trying

to find you. You know

he looks like your own

sharp object. The girls

have a good time 

away. Mottled, pink

coat and umbrella,

his tongue, the tail

of the girl … 

armed. 

This is a found poem. Source Material:

Lambs

Murder is buried earth,  flushed, firing, diving to  the outer reflection.

Gunsmoke alone in  the college, crafty and dark. Everyone

most unlikely here. Nothing’s wrong.  In his presence, 

there was a peculiar life, double freeze,  until the end of time.

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