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The words jumble into one
What once read so clearly:

“Three X squared parenthesis B minus two parenthesis X equals B when X equals four,
...

Slouched across this rusty rail
Watching water collide.
Chaos caught churning
The sound of war -
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Make it simple, sweet
A collision of thoughts
No common pattern
One word, or two
...

Oh I still feel the cord wrapped around my side
And though I push it away, I know
It can’t be denied
As I passed, and your hand was thrust into mine
...

The cold sudden tap of a perfect finger
Gathered round my back
I turned like fall to winter
And fell like snow to the sensation of your being
...

If you ask then I will say
I'd like to stay in bed today,
And for once succumb to sleep
To dream of lands so far away.
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Poetry walks;
Bright colors complimenting
The cool shades that fall into place
Above long lashes
...

And if you’d see it fit
To give me a chance to compose
A short subtle verse
A tree of life, perhaps
...

“Fairly odd; the lives we live”
She said
And I’d reply
“I’ll scream to that”
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Fairwell faith, security
Fairwell living legacy
Fallacy and anarchy
Divorce the truth,
...

Clock strikes three
(What happens at three?)
No morphing
No monsters
...

13.

A tear runs along the lines of her life
Distaste drips
Mingling with makeup
A thin veneer to protect her eyes
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Plastic life seeps down my throat
A melted mess
A call to cool and mold
And I can’t breath
...

When the sun meets the land
And all things turn gold,
Then, will I smile -
Will I attempt to turn
...

The sky turns hollow,
And mountains to ash.
Time spent exploring human boundaries
Turns beauty to chaos,
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Standardized Tests Only Work On Standardized Brains

The words jumble into one
What once read so clearly:

“Three X squared parenthesis B minus two parenthesis X equals B when X equals four,
Solve for B”

Has just clumped to the center of the page.
Sucked in by supernatural mystery:
A new black hole…
Conveniently located at the center of my test booklet.

Twisting and morphing
The letters meld together –
“A perfect sphere! ”
Would escape my lips here,
However, I am to asphyxiated
On the fact that my test has just rolled off the page,
Bounced twice on the cheaply imitated oak
And gallivanted away before being absorbed
By the sickly-orange carpet that only the seventies own up too.

My eyes shift back to the blank white sheet in front of me
Then jut up to the front wall
Examining the ticking angel of death
Waiting to pass judgment on all who dare blaspheme the mathematical trinity:

The Algebra
The Geometry
And
The Holy Statistics

Oh yes,
I’m a heretic –
And I’ve made record time:
Two minutes in and my test has already ran aloof.

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