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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, July 21, 2016

head bob

First four letter words
before the fur flies
my mind hurts but
that's his not hers
for certain the sure thing
spurns more turns
but theocratic birds burn bridges
who is worse
break at the bent joint
artists never learn
wake up worn and short three dollars more
nothing left in the store front
counter point: shorn
quote the running joke
don't forget, return the nod.

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