APRIL 30, PATCHWORK QUILT: “New Corners”

The remains of what looks like a question:

since we’re even, no-one knows how it got

there, trying to crawl up the side.

On Cloud Nine, one-earner needs hunger

on foot, advice, the past. Dressed as God,

or siring transparency: it thrilled you.

If bans control the list, it doesn't mean

anything, northeastern bombers. As

pieces, uniquely designed, limits work.

Antagonism is history, for now. There’s

the lack of an act, simply because

those yellow lines borrow, run.

So disallow us to ruin prose, but

when you die, never move out.

All content sourced prom my previous Oulipost 2014 poems – each and every one of them, I swear. 

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