You who mess with my mind, there in gray, leave my archetypes alone, those are inviolate cc: Chagall 2022
Tag Archive: wordplay
After the poet's burial, we drank to her memory at The Final Stanza She had died of canza cc: Chagall 2021
She said I have no voo to ronday cc: Chagall 2021
Sometimes I find I cannot get the wooden match to burn Though it says strike any surface to light Mine doesn't conflagrate after first spark - an orange glow of hope, and then pffffft Hey, I am not talking euphemistically here I am discussing matches real pfffffuckin' matches cc: Chagall 2021
in rainpour I release me to the din cc: Chagall 2021
they don't make wooden-match strike-strips like they used to much harder now to kindle conflagration cc: Chagall 2021
in a world of proctologists all is ass-backwards go analyze that Chagall 2020
No me
Now me
Know me
Known me
Unknown me
No me…
Chagall 2019
My best friend borrowed a guitar, I told her to return it
with a full tank of gas. She just shrugged and said Huh?
© Chagall ∞
Calliope, pentateuch, kombu bay-bay
Chukka boot a Buddha yay!
© Chagall ∞
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