Not a poet poem 1

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Where shall we put those never chosen stories?

One by one by one.

Break up the pieces

start again.

Literary Lego.

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Shall we dress like Mary Magdalene?

Shout words

from a non-existent town square.

Starbucks as fountain.

 

Dig a grave

throw them in

wait for their resurrection.

 

Light a fire.

Fake cagey arsonist persona,

walk nonchalantly impossible

down that back lane.

 

Stories like sandcastles

gulped back the day after.

Salty sea tongue licking its gritty arms.
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Maybe we’ll just dole them out

like medicine

500 words at a time

on our own blogs

to anyone who cares to read them.

 

Take two aspirins, orate three paragraphs

Call ourselves each morning.