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Dusk: a blade of honey between our shadows, draining.

From Ocean Vuong’s ‘On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous‘.

Quotation

sun snorts the snorkel

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sun snorts the snorkel  (  s o m e  r h y m e s  )



mist whips the vicar & tryst jams the jangles

rip quips the river & flip flops the flow

egg kegs the kestrel & leg spans the dangles

wing sings the wizard & boat shows the row


land licks the sailor & mop moths the candles

handstands the baker & feet knead the dough

bread bins the tinker & flap cracks the scrambles

tank tops the bottle & grass greens the mow


spleen spins the weaver & clean sweeps the vandal

sea saws the beaver & pin pricks the sew

on swans the plodder & song whales the rambles

ale froths the fodder & drip drops the toe


brick shits the builder & tear snares the brambles

quick sands the gilder & cage caves the crow

pen inks the portal & sword swish the sandals

sun snorts the snorkel & spun spores the glow

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Poetry

ooh aar

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ooh  aar  (  a  p o e m  )




calf a hound of fluttery flights

calf a hound of needle

stacks the hay - the honey sews ground

crop crows the eagle

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Poetry

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You lie against me like

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