A Salmagundi

A
Salmagundi

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poetry? you call
this poetry? I think not;
on the other hand ...
                                    ---barbsdad
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tell
me

sensible

is as sensible
does, I know, I know, but tell
me, please, just what is

sensible?

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a
curding

a contrail leaves its
curding milk widening against
an azure sky; so ...

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against
her

the world, I think, needs
a break from all the humans
who live against her

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when
the
bus?

I confuse myself:
I've asked a'ready, I know,
but ... when's the bus due?

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off my
patio

wild onions bloom off
my patio; I eat them
normally; not now

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I call
a bluff

I read the sign says
Trespassers Violated;
here I wait; nothing

^

eu kaul
a pwhruf

eu raoed -t saoeupb saeus
trespafrs sraoeultd;
haoer eu waeut; tphug