ClutterWord
@ClutterWord
Micropoetry: An overboiled eye, through reduction to thicken and intensify flavour. All of my words are my own.
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One night 643 days ago means nothing What’s another 115 more? raps the splintered hammer Glinting sleeplessness, floating or swimming?
Crowed in scales, red-flecks of impact. Scattered blood, sprinkled blisters.
Coping poetry falls apart; words crumble in bruises forming that won’t blacken for days, but know that they are coming—
rights & provisions are mixed behind amendments stacked in agreement as CAPITAL waives CAPACITY until we “Accept” All I want is acceptance.
Happy to all of your hallows’ eves, or weeks, costumed at coffee shop tills. This blank face is painted, too.
Uh-oh! Oh wysa I know what you want to be And to mean But if Something Seems wrong with Our Connection I can’t retry.
I can't guess what you look like. If I had to sketch my accusations in Win Lose or Draw, you'd be a bluetooth headset with hands. #npm17
Pained windows and Tethered balloons; Swinging constraints or Disastrous stillness.
Dangling locks claim containment, but what does one panel hold? Paint peels, chips at ownership, better reflecting the power of sun.
A day's crinkled wrapping must feel soft assured that she carries any gift, if emblazoned with intention.
I wrench the omen of throwing Up sadness. One afternoon bite Still scatters nothing across the floor.
Upper eyeliner blocks shadow with shimmer. Midclass lashes curl bright disguise. Grey frames blanch minds away from the lowest hidden bars.
Dustlines behind combines billow the fields Flocks in flight see the path of each machine Landmarking jetlines, widespread disperse
Winnipeg walls are all named as saintly halls. I could read them more clearly with the manual focus on our old, youthful lenses.
A voice bled in ink, splayed cross a page. Those fingers tap pace to navigate an abyss. Paper books burn, digital drafts couldn't even echo.
Scratch in illegible facsimile screams I dial-up modular music in notes who's full composition may never be realized
darkness streams a vegas-matrix till mainstream lip lines strip tight in LEDs; cold, pursed thin. #MentalHealthMatters #poempic #threelines
Dig to trace blood under each nail, my thumb, laced in a mud red crown. #livetweetyourperiod
Ride aside, distant assistance rattles, snaking each route from a Garnet to a crystallized city street.
Scrambled words wash down the sink; the sharp scent is stiff, ideas pour as a carton of curdled milk.
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