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Catwalks and Carpenter ants

She skirts, low-cuts, cacti
Prickling knees—chlorophyll
Apostrophizing ankles—calves
Too young, to understand, the
Virtue of cleanliness

Pollinated breeze—scuffling through
Antacid skies—vacuous and calm—altruistically
Abridged in sparse drifts of time—locally known
And revered—for all the theses that yet be found

Cataracts—in
Various designations—cold
Yet mutually respected by the
Calderon and the purple flogging
Whip of timid misgiving

Countdown to song…Waifs as numb to life
As art is too it’s innocuous support—imagined
To captivate—to which it does—lines commence—
Fire brews—intentions for survival is all that situate—the difference between the laborious and those consumed by stylistic greed.

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About hobgoblin2011

I'm a poet and aspiring screenwriter/songwriter with a passion for film, art, photography, philosophy and heavy metal. I love reading, mainly non-fiction, comic books, graphic novels, myth and reference. Family always comes first for me. I'm a proud father to two wonderful pups and two curious cats. I'm also a glutton for punishment aka the life of being a diehard Buffalo Bills and Sabres fan.

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