Randy Resh Poems

Irving had it right:

'Me, happiest when I compose poems...'
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loaded snake-oil scale disparity

epitome of idiocy in the making
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Mine Beloved's birthday
shrinking feeling tad bit guilty

ours a tentative pencil arrangement
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She is not the same character
insane voice of noxious narrator
vituperative, virulent, vicious
vehemence vexing vitreous
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Should i kiss you
as marble antiquity

Or sharply
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There is nothing in this
but poker-face polemics

elaboration's aberrations
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Fathoms past puerile
possession
devoid of
constricting condition
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utter nothing

save this moment's
warming wanton
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We planted a gemmed garden
without regard for season
opiate orchid perfume lace
marble pomegranate peacock grace
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I have witnessed a host of emulators
Sycophantic emphatic fanatics
Invariably they'd arrive ever so early
For your show openings at the Pteros Gallery
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