poemtwits
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Snow is a treacherous poem. Stratosphere built, delicate crystals crash w/ fluffy elegance. Revelers dash to mass to a stanza of shovels.
4:32 AM Dec 20th
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The tender tinkle of bells breaks the gray morning light. A cat face appears in my sleep/awake now a furry purr permeates, warms the pillow.
10:42 AM Dec 13th
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Bent leaning idle poles. Like crucifixes lining the Appian Way. The weight of Sinewy wired civilization hum like religious electricity.
3:30 PM Dec 12th
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Sidewalk splayed rat. Matted wet fur patterned w/ bare flesh beneath. Still alive, trembling, limbs dance, mouth gasping. To take a photo?
11:36 AM Dec 3rd
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What is this mound of flesh that demands thought, that it knows an unchosen path? Does the rock love the water that wears away it's surface?
6:31 AM Dec 3rd
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Disappear! A forest swallows beasts whole, eyes squint like mustard seeds, Appear! a spell broken, return, the bears can smell the fear.
9:16 AM Dec 1st
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Her face pushed against the thick leafs with intent and desire. Sweat dripped from her nose leaving a trail in the jungle. Who am I?
10:16 AM Nov 30th
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The billion seasons of space. Heavenly orbs spin from each other, only to orbit anew, shine, collide, merge, dance, into new galaxies.
7:44 AM Nov 26th
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Traffic clumps like planets forming, sentient minds doubt their course, neurons fire like a suns radiation, like ants climbing their hill.
8:50 AM Nov 20th
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The distant moan of a heavy-loaded train, gushing through the city, a ghostly wail mocking me, deriding my inescapable past, a future siren.
11:08 AM Nov 19th
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My house is a ship come to Port. Precious treasures unloading, livestock tamed. The voyage but memories. Crew & Captain seek new voyages.
6:13 AM Nov 18th
from mobile web
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The egg is hot & ready to crack. I look forward to the sounds of garage trucks clunk thunk. I dance in the empty space, cry inside. Believe.
5:47 AM Nov 13th
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A rusted razor blade scuttles beneath the feet of tourists, commuters. Autumn sun bakes guano into the face of heroes. A lone siren, a dog.
6:36 AM Nov 5th
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Nausea gurgles like a Satre soup. A teetering rock poised to plumment, held aloft by hope, long hours, suffering minds.
10:27 AM Oct 29th
from mobile web
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The moon, a smudge behind the milky clouds. October rain like a cold shower. Worry like a knife that judges its wound worthy of twists.
1:10 PM Oct 27th
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Bus seat hot plate hot. The ghettos magic ride stutters hollas ah baby ah
honey music creeps from a leaking earbud.
8:18 AM Oct 9th
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The sky is an upside beach with ripples in the cloud sand, blue sky ocean throbs between, A moon atoll transparently blinks.
3:39 PM Oct 8th
from mobile web
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3 madmen attacking a horn a drum a bass wail on silence slicing melody,
sexy beats from the negative space.
8:42 AM Oct 8th
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@ Bass shatters the virgin chest. Guitar glory pricks skin. Bodies sweating writhing, tshirts, shoe street dirt swirls within.
9:41 AM Oct 7th
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in reply to kevinspenst
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The Maestro gestures tugging the puppet orchestra, commanding it like a single human powered instrument.
6:40 AM Oct 7th
from mobile web
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- Name Ben Azzara
- Location Washington DC
- Web http://www.benazz...
- Bio Poetry written within the constraints of Twitter.
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