~ A Preconsidered Solution

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O, to celebrate
The High Diction
And The Low ~ For know,
To each, from both, our gift ~ From
Which the betwixt and between springs
Truth. A means to mend our ways,
Our uncommon needs, as well our common
Need to sing
And eat, have sex, and sleep!

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* "The Objective Notary ~
Signifying The Goal"
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~ Afterworlds, a Discussion Refresher
Swills, or a Goblet
Of Grenadine, at...

....The Greyhound's Cavity ~
* A Grille *
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A Morning Wood Education Disorder
The Greensward Grass-Grown Turf
Razor's Edge, Far Right
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* Dogging Arts * Fogging Minds * It's a Star *
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O, to celebrate
The High Diction
And The Low ~ For know,
To each, from both, our gift ~ From
Which the betwixt and between springs
Truth. A means to mend our ways,
Our uncommon needs, as well our common
Need to sing
And eat, have sex, and sleep!

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Carnal knowledge, or canine carnival?

And if, one's dreams
Bear nightmares, O, what then?

"When Still'd, or purg'd by tribulation.
For when that Crosse ungrudg'd, unto you stickes,
Then are you to your selfe, a Crucifixe.
As perchance, Carvers do not faces make,
But that away, which hid them there, do take;
Let Crosses, soe, take what hid Christ in thee,
And be his image, or not his, but hee."

~ John Donne ,

Quoted message said:

From 'The Crosse'

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"Hee, a he, or a her?
Or just
A hee hee, a laughing gull, or cormorant?
Or a giggling gaggle ganging
Up on me? Or this active agent, within language,
As Ms.
Ann Lauterbach so long ago
Hollered
Back to me? Or just Vk, Ms.
McCarty trailing me, tackling my tail, my
Insouciant soul, my flagging sails? Or Inspirit, within
Our soul, our common language, so clearly
Uncommon, when means need
A way, a puff of wind? Or inspiration, an inborn breath,
Spiraling, both inward, and
Outward, toward shore, a proffered hand, a sandy landing,
When so deeply unmoored?

Or just ~ My mother
Rushing me? Or another knowing one
Undone, as
Undoing does?"
~ Twittering

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O, dear ~ My shoelaces, my sneakers,
Undone
Again?~

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~ love of first line ~

"Something like, 'put her
On the shelf,' would be my guess.
Push her aside."
~ Giger
Desires And Longings

"Au contraire ~ Ginger,
Counter! Memories,
Dreams, reflections, also, yes,
Questions. Quest
Or cope. For the rest,
I must only hope...ET still
Want to go home. Where's my pup?"
~ Twittering

"Don't you know?"
~ Agent

"No."
~ Twittering

Perchance,
The sheep meadow,
....So chasing dreams,
O memories...

"...our periodic table
By the reflecting pool."
~ Mum

"Sniffin, lickin,
You ~
Our love of first lines
Rhymes, too."
~ Twittering

"A Corona Light,
Some Doritos, guacamole, too,
We'll order."
~ Mum

"Godiva chocolate, too.
I, you, my candy: How dare I say
How much I love you?"
~ Twittering

"Your love, yes,
I nevertheless must know less
Of. And so, thus, me, I will learn."
~ Mum

"Candy, so, sweet,
You cannot know how faire
Thee are to me. Am I so
Faire for you?"
~ Twittering

"Indeed, you are."
~ Mum

"So rather honestly,
To gain your love, I ask ~
Is so much of your heart, your mind,
As mine,
Your preoccupation with all my love?"
~ Twittering

"My love develops hourly,
For you, as sands
Surely pass though our
Hour glass, our light shaft, a figure eight,
An infinite array ~ In an hour, soft,
So aloft! Alas, so fine our
Grains of time."
~ Mum

"Thee, doth my mind, you,
Too, develop."
~ Twittering

"However, both you and me, we,
So alike, seem so completely as one,
Undone,
Not so many hours ago."
~ Mum

"Thus, Thee, in love, we as one do speak,
Until more kisses claim their turn,
Our hourly undoing..."
~ Twittering

"Ampèreheure!"
~ John

"Yes, mon cher, I hear you!
Coming, we will, shortly."
~ Twittering

"Happy, Thee, with words, such as the latter,
Most utter only in their youth.
We now climb as a ladder."
~ Mum

~ A field
Disturbance ~

"Hurry, the curtain,
The hour!"
~ Ms. Virginia Woolf

"We will, we are, indeed,
On our way!"
~ Mum

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~ Knock, knock!

"O, who's there?"

"Reade."

?O, okay, I'll read, some more, as already,
I did. Always more to learn, to read, on
Second sight, or first brief
Glimpse, a manuscript unbound, dreamed, without seams,
For yet unsewn, my unperfected bound
Bindery, of Thee
I sing?

Or ~ Reade? Do I need
Now to go the drugstore, Duane Reade,
Or, O, wait, Hm, yes, true, I know
A few who live over there ~
Down there, in Tribecca, not far from Soho.
But O, what to do?
O, for now, Kleenex, I require,
So off to the real world, the drug store
I must travel ~ If only, though, I can drag
Myself out of the house!

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~ Morning Wood's Wrought Iron...
....Gate ~

~ Fauna Cater, Flora Waiters ~

I was born by the ocean. I like the colors blue and red.
Sometimes I write poems.

Leon was a Christmas Eve puppy.
Spell his name backwards. He was a very special little dog.
I miss Leon all the time.

Sometimes, when the laces on my sneakers come untied,
I know it's Leon pulling them undone to remind me
he's always here with me.

He was all white and weighed four pounds.
I miss him.
My friend Bill took me to get Leon. Bill went to Heaven, too.

(((((Leon's quite a lamb, but please bless him
@ He's out on a limb...>>>>>

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Blog, or dog? Who knows.
But if you see my lost pup, please bring him home!
I got Leon a brand-new bone.
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http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo

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"BAM [censored]?
Or time for rehearsal, over at the Brooklyn
Academy of Music?"
~ Twittering

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"Yes,
A very worthy cause, on any account! Yes,
Please call, please holler for all our
Former colleagues, over at the flagship,
That Whitney Museum of American Art,
Of all ~ Too many, now, to list, for
I too fondly, too heartily, but merrily with dew ~ dappled
Tears
Recall!"
~ Twittering

PS.
Who's steering this canine catastrophe, my cacophonous
Carousing casualty, so casually, so callously
Called ~
My Ship of Fooles?

Of Thee, Morning Wood * Of an Outlyer Linescape
Vastly Still Incomplete,
So Ghastly Ghostly!

´

~ Twisted Noir Notes,
A Noted Tear Scape Swells
Today's Mishap,
Or Just a Poole of Tears,
My Misshapen Destiny,
My Ship of Fooles ~

But,
O, no matter! Seen that cairn terrier?

But pardon me, yes, I confess,
Sometimes, I am nothing but a snob, so
Regarding that BAM hitch?
Our time for rehearsal, over at the Brooklyn
Academy of Music? Would it be, I mean ,
Too much to reconsider, if only for my mother,
A greater snob than I, if, O,
Our 'Opera Noir, Twisted Notes,' opens
Centerstage at Lincoln Center, Carnegie Hall,
The Metropolitan Opera, best of all ~ The
Theatre of The Sphere de Wood
Shakespeare?"
~ Twittering

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~~ *~ A Morning Wood Opera ~
And O, Quite a Production! ~~ * ~

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"Opera Noir, Twisted Notes"
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The Western Edge ~
Theatre of The Sphere de Wood Shakespeare
Of Production of Morning ~ In Addition to Central
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* Arts of Continuation * Embrumant Occupies * It Is a Star *
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