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Scribbles & Sketches of the Unspeakable

Identity – Part 2 (or Quantum Fandom)

The Purple Rhino mentioned the possibility of doing a series based on the poem he reviewed a couple days ago. I’m not sure if this lives up to his review, but, in looking for inspiration, it seemed as good of an idea as any.

So Ron’s selected
twins to
pare her
Left handsoap
the right way
to steer her
They follow
the hollows
of hills in the
and question
her questing
till queries
seem lame.


Asides? Keep them kettled.
Flamboyance is wanton.
just sit ‘n pen anthems
of blue/red threads inset
in the skin that you’ve numbed
with a flame.

You winsome, you don’t
but her eyes must have sparkled
when you mentioned the carving
you sculpt in the soap dish,
for the bugs in my mattress’s
brave escapades.

We need, lost our purchase
receipt in the hamper
washed for the gala
pressed and increasing
full count for the fruit-bats
the tree-limb bank branches
a surcharge, amoral
proclaimed infinitum

i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry
i’m sorry, i’m sorry
i’m sorry

Delirium Spinster


By tar-feather shores,

dun mares descend prancing,

outlining haunted abodes.

Zephyrs will wind,

Branches drop back split,

and Recall repair

to cottages 


weakened by

nested wakes and 

ill maid consumption.

Submitted by: kholinar

moving this over…