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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.)

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

forked tongue

A certain charm to the cunning.
Manifest in plastic wrapped, frozen breasts.
All "head and shoulders"
Known to take a ride astride falling boulders
I wince with wisdom of an outcome
And I am wrong.
Words can get you only so far.
Then the mouth must achieve a different precipice.
Perchance the willingness can break free the cellophane.
 
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