The faces stare out
chiseled proud and bold
with polished cheeks,
their character defined.
...
Just like a child
I always long
to be with you
and when I'm not
...
I learned this ballad in my youth.
Perhaps the tale will bring you joy.
Our elders tell our people of
The Fall of Troy.
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I like to stack them tall
or end-to-end,
but then I dread
I'll find a dud I've penned.
...
Step up and check 'em out.
Oh, don't be shy.
You like disaster? horror?
Got this from a plane seat neighbor.
...
The speeding carts
in darkness lunge and squeal,
(eyes glow then fade)
down through a dragon's jaw,
...
I worshipped you.
I followed you about
to copy every move.
But I felt doomed to fail
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First ears: I would like two.
One either side,
I'm not a cubist.
Eyes:
...
Ideas sprout.
Words shoot out of my pen
like unsown seeds
that never knew a hand
...