Merriam A. Grain

Etiqueta: poem

  • One of those days

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    Today you weren’t you. Chicken, The one you love raw and from breast… You ate it cooked and from leg. On the spot. Without a plate. Meow are you? What’s the code word to recognize? Same face and voice I can conclude. Behaviour? Foreign I must tell. Whatever, You’re still that fluffy boo of mine.

  • Relaxed blink

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    At peace without, Any scorching moth, Trampling insistent on me. So a rest knowing there is not; An unicorn admiring my unique being, Thinking how to thread my mind within. So delighted I’m unpromised, a vessel of my own. Without a master to fate me I’m throwing a tiny party of ice cream.

  • Ardent

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    Bare legs, Short dress. Flirty transparent, Sun beams enraged then. A hell! Baseball caps and hats, Normally not on sight. The supermarket’s shelves, Replenished with fans, To keep the already stiff-air, Licking humans to surviving grades. Water and ice to rise, Tomatoes red in price. My plants frozen by sizzling waves. I, in underwear waiting…

  • Jacket

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    Round and deformed, Its red being a challenge of fit. First the back took up a while, Its big b making it un-straight. Then the front wouldn’t reach. Try two acute unmatching halves to make sense. No shoulders to hold, The seams to connect front with rear. Arms too short for sleeves to run along. Sewing by hand,…

  • Línea 102

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    Perpleja, Un error en pantalla. Crítico, por demás. Mi sitio, gagá. ¿Qué arreglar? ¿Dónde descargar? ¿El qué, debería preguntar? ¡Cpanel, ábrete sesámo! La contraseña no es esa. Verdadero hay que marcar el debug, Y la línea 102 del plug-in… ¿Faltan líneas si solo encuentro 70? Descomprimir el achivo zip… ¿En qué carpeta del archivo raíz?…

  • Un poema

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    Apenas nadaApenas cierto.Claro como el cielo. Helado sin prospectos.Atorado en el esófago de aquello.Un guisante en el desierto. Diccionario escaso cuyas páginas en blanco esperan otro día.Otro vistazo que alargue su vida.Pintura derretida o pan de oro según decida.No mi voluntad.Sino tú vista.

  • Ball game

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    Bounce and move, Faster and smooth. Claw on it, Catch the thing. Roll on floor, Destroy! I stare at you, Why aren’t you? Throw it again! Slave. When did she? Again that black being! Back to bed. Await until. Maybe more food on me.

  • Interrupted

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    Late at night?Early at day?What a ridiculous time, 3 am!That’s when he came.Ate and went up to his lare.Wake up time,And the cat was nowhere.

  • Bastards

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    No idea why,Some come to life.They’re weeds through concrete.One day a crack,The next, green by. Some blossom by hearing news.Crude gossip,They persevere without context. Cockroaches,They survive the garbage bin.Pencil scratch,They fatten-thrill.

  • License

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    Step on gas,Go slow or turn.I don’t get this deal of drive.It ain’t relaxing at all! All times,Your eyes can’t wander to sight,The stores or the skies.Left and right,The mirror above,Nothing you can’t distract from. Mind your speed,The car in front says “taxi”.They’re a nuisance.Drive better than I.Which is why,They bully the rest,and cut ahead…