delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

tight and overslung
an attempt to suck the madness out of the art
crushed cornflakes on the front seat
hedgehog on the mantle
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we see your delicate features, fringe and ruff
encircling what appears to us as a smile...
we hear your less-than -diminutive yips
of a pitch that unnerves the smaller scurriers....
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much fun to see a person get nuttier...
falling apart, losing screws, waxing smuttier...
the sorrowful thing seems to have run outta luck...
when it looks in the mirror, does it see a duck?
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each and every one of the shots you've taken...all of 'em....all equally uninteresting....
but I forgive you...
subtlety and mystery are not your strong suit....being mean is...
...but I forgive you....
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imprinted with koans
reading the moss with fingertips
the palm's warmth obscures the delicacy
of the finer and more subtle ideas
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