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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Thursday, February 11, 2016

where at?

What a wonderful area when available.
When another wooded arena wouldn't advertise wounds
all-be-it won around winter
and wondering after.
When availability withers a wordless actor
agoraphobic women are woken again with average waiters asking, weepingly:
"Are we available?"
War always wilts apathetic wishes
alternately we are willing.
After worlds are woken and wildly ate
work anew will always widen awe.
Woven abrasively, working anvils would arrive without apparent willingness.
Where, at waters arch, welded apertures won't avail warriors alternating worldviews.
Are we actually working angles?
After we alienate with accompaniment,
will anyone want another winter?
Actually, without articulating wanderlust anyone would advertise wealth.
After we are woken and walked
ask wearily about where all winds are waiting.
Anything works after we all win.
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