Jonathan ROBIN Poems

If men could read in fee_male thoughts
then states would triple child supports,
and second states would not be torts
when tactful contact sense contorts.
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Mermaid cavern 'neath the swirling sea
Asphixiates or offers oxygen,
Uses air or brings it back again
Depending on soul's authenticity.
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Peaceful imagination is life's piecemeal architect, pieces together finite sum of infinite opportunities, attracts to or defracts from proactive links. Expectation and reality contract as contacts contract probabilites. Soul re_mainS[T]AYs whole, intact. Tactile tease tactfully subcontracts substance with DIStracted EASE, cures disease leading through convention to misguided conviction. Reality conundrum paradox rocks pre-ordained clock choice shock, Meter maid made met and unmet alma mata matter mutter perceptions. Immortal streamlined spotlights echo as idea[l]s tune-tweak leak spheres' muse music, reap energy, leap beyond current or recurrent pluridimensional parallel cycles. Pixel paradox spirals ad infinitum.

HE triptoes to and fro between her energy's go glow fractal reflections of parallel factual reality relays, in fact, fiction and fantasy, unGODlily attracted to his lily: her gene_I_US.
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Ce soir, chocolat.
Demain, la douceur du fond
du coeur, du coca!
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One can, who strangers scan, too few admire,
as most play ghosts deprived of phantom choir,
tripping, tripping up, upon life’s board,
stillborn refuting intimate desire.
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Fluster flakes pass muster as they cluster
above, below, beside themselves in dance,
swirl daredevil dervish, go for bust, a
ballet beauty blown by snowball chance.
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Kidney stones
turn brains to bones,
cull much remaining time,
call in all loans,
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Dusk dipped down into darkness scarred, clouds banked on moonless night,
day dripped away, its greyness marred by no mock mirage bright.
Time slipped upon faint wishing star that blinks, then disappeared,
tipped out of touch, so far, too far, trip never re-appeared.
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Past promise starred in white on black
now, coward, bows to stark attack,
as Miss amiss, remiss of bliss
no gift transmits, no parting kiss,
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