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A Night Full of Consternations Dadlike I turn the thermostat down the road to a past that's been forgotten songs mildewed and all that jazz collection of the horizon checking out of this year just another time burning down to the sea A quiet mind fills the empty bed the last summer with the door left open Mawkish Jaundice A week the semester from the depths annexed they were the tapestries often all the time disfigured Hunched two clouds in the sky a couple in white tunics and the other color is silent what do you cauliflower? Game of Zero Sums an oven light with the door left open for the last hour or two blindsided the noesis idea and then repeats with the door left open A red sun into the recession yelling at referees on TV with choice phrases Quietly the Most Recent Time Buggered somewhere else unnoticed I have a new ache changes to this same sunrise the hospital in which they have not been able to measure their existence in the past trace the film of a distant echo soon to have a break pointed to a worm in a book that has survived many centuries of doubt and that is why you should get credit for your eyes contemplating each other over petunias and how you feel about your own way to the edge of the floor a smoke break War Header missive strikes the heart of Medusa in his throat rivers of his heart beat at the lowest odds of winning the mood retreats only the eunuch has the ear of the cozen cognoscenti their meliorism embered andante Twitter @petro_ck Bio: petro c. k. is a temporal being living in the primordial emerald landscape of the Pacific Northwest. His creative life has just only recently included writing, with haiku and other short-form poetry already published in over a dozen journals. In between bouts of existential dread and listening to music that 99% of people find too weird for them, he is working on his first collection of poetry. Influenced by surrealism and dada techniques, the poems presented here have been created in part by using predictive text.
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