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We visited the contemporary art museum here in town the other day. It is situated on the water with a gorgeous view of boats and birds. The art is uninspiring and sometimes confusing. The confusing that makes one wonder if the curator is on some psychotropic drugs. All was not lost though because the building has one gallery completely void of "art" and showcases the expansive windows overlooking the water and benches to sit and view it. Genius, as a halfway mark between one scratched head to another. My daughter loved everything about it, the highlight being the bread pudding at the end however. But she loved the foolish excess of stacked television sets (hasn't this been done a thousand times?), the curved wall with hundreds of cheap frames nailed to it, the cut out paper stapled to the walls and ceilings in a room stacked with wooden somethings, the videos of nonsense, the Native American drum beats, the broken elevator, the free pamphlets, the seagull that pooped on the walkway before the door.

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et gave me this poem. today. to write.

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i wall a waked walked tight rope razor of stimuli; chaos; pressure and the ignorant mundane. my feet are steaks. rare. just raw.
my mind tsunamied by treading mills as
milldew frosts
and koi fish me for ideas
of life

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i call home as the stylus allows. much thoughts & cares to you...


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releasing the jockstrapping
straightjacketing my mind
my twisted testicles protrude
blindly from the cavernous sockets
of my disemboweled finds

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each celebrating profusion blossoming in watercolour stains limp-elbowing on a tiger crawl triggering sprawl. so. mote.
each your engorged rote of left over organic rights all knotted in sugar mountains glass; so. when gulls shriek salt
through sand - punch consciousness one more time

no where


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• Re: my colleague in alms. by doris on Wednesday, September 05

Poets are the wisdom of the ages, because they are, most of the time, free thinkers. I love the fierce attitude that poets have.

• Re: I found this quote today. It seems so appropriate to Gotpoetry. by doris on Wednesday, September 05
• Re: I found this quote today. It seems so appropriate to Gotpoetry. by FuchsiaFestival! on Wednesday, September 05

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the now is tomorrows rent intent
a lone lute like a flute
flutters in the fluids
like a luna tic tocking
.the feel. is now.

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thanks for here-ing and seeing the music.


its the matter of matter in between matter
ike grasshoppers knee-caps
which matter.

here - a hanger for your coat of skin

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• Re: I found this quote today. It seems so appropriate to Gotpoetry. by doris on Thursday, June 21
• Re: I found this quote today. It seems so appropriate to Gotpoetry. by wylde on Thursday, June 28

through cuneiform eyes oscillation scars squid an angled hook; for unequal triangles harmonise senses in
an orchestrated string quintessential bow quivered on an open brow; symphonies & ska bars honk elusive
understandings all found in the font of meaning. and. value.



just dropping by. and saying hi.

• Re: I found this quote today. It seems so appropriate to Gotpoetry. by doris on Friday, April 13