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  1. Fobby ~
    Please bring my
    Rostellum, my part of that animal or factory
    Resembling a nozzle, a hung projection.
    I need the bois de rose rivet washer, that circular
    Beam of spiral, resembling a flower opened…

    Or Fob, bring me the beam of the spots
    On the fur of a leopard,
    Or the circular beam
    Or in spiral of share
    At the base
    Of the stem
    Of a factory.
    Because, Fog, as you know ~
    Over the old Coke factory
    I live ~

    Now clinging on my ~ O know ~
    Ledge ~
    Obtaining close to the big
    Rise of the turn of Santa of the Suicide...

    My spring unwound,
    That sprung, for Thee ~ During the cruelest month.
    Then, yes, transients of suicide. Perchance,
    The light, unbedded of the behind ?
    Torn, ripped ~ Covers of spring,
    Unplugging Thee ~ brings by its clean dead of hand.
    Or perhaps A Right Riot of A
    Of my hormonal torrent spouted out,
    Sprung me out, she did, to Torment I
    [Her need for] A dire fate, mine, an aspiration, a exaltation!
    The breath expires.

    Off to The Libraire I go, Fob,
    As you surely know, Fobby, The Libraire,
    My all time Fave Place!
    In research, moi, on my knees, seeking my form
    Selected, O yes, Perfected!
    For no one pleases me, but To Be
    With Thee for fun ~ And for love, with A!

    But O know ~
    That April does marry imbeciles unwed to pose,
    A flowering fertile in this fertile place,
    Or O, too, you are right? Perhaps
    A piece of ground of burial, I need, I should acquire?
    O yes, I do aspire!

    Now, Fobby,
    Please explain ~
    What time, what season, where are we?
    Remind me, please, the reason?
    April Fools? Do I need to reset my clock,
    Is the time to spring ahead, fall behind?

    This package, Fob, I hold now in my hand,
    Chocolates, wrapped in a Golden Bough ~
    Why?
    What reason have I brought this gift for you?
    Has the custom become ~ On April First,
    Exchange A Gift for Fools? Is this taught,
    A lesson missed, over at The Goldfish School?
    Please explain. I lost my notes, or
    Missed that day. Or was I merely napping,
    Or perhaps, yes, more likely,
    Did my mind, O know ~

    Unravel,
    Undone. Our head, still cracked,
    A China Wedgwood reparation one must
    Pay, a border tax. Or, too,
    We’ll be turkey basted, stuffed, as well,
    With Chivas Regal! Your training schedule: Please read
    “Cranberry Sauce,” a short gloss,
    A synopsis annotating Elizabethan runners
    Hung upside down ~ A Midsummer’s
    Day dream reversed, your mind, psyche,
    Turned inside out ~ Avoid, yes,
    I must, those scratchy logo labels [Know!
    Me, yes, I have AD(Hi!)D, as well,
    Tactile Sensitivity]. No wool can I endure!
    Sp pull nothing over my eyes ~
    Nothing scratchy, but cotton duck,
    Yes, if well-washed, well-worn, my delicate
    Skill will tolerate. So please, weave me a rack
    Of lamb’s yarn, my woven Golden Fleece,
    From something soft. For indeed!
    Tonight’s the night, 30 days,
    Discounting, not counting nasty insinuations,
    What’s also run unspun, tightly coiled, unraveled,
    Traveled unsung among Manhattan’s
    Turtle Bay’s socialites, those Elfs who
    Scamper, serve aid-de-campe,
    Here among the boggy gloom aside
    The Holland Tunnel ~ A darkness dug,
    Yes, mapped, through time-shorn mysts ~
    My telescope now sights spirits dancing on the River
    East, as well, outside my window,
    My view, don’t you know, lights
    A hazy maze, has spun me all dazed
    Around another way to see ~
    To see the shimmering sea, revolve east, 31 degrees
    ~ insighted ~
    Here atop my late-night glass desk.
    My East River revue, a lunar lamp-lit second ~
    Stage theatre, now performs “Time’s Rhyme:
    Just Another Late-
    Noir Ecco.” But nevertheless
    A chilly breeze still haunts
    Me. My draft, my shivering soul.
    Please knit my way, please bring my
    Blankie to me! My wrap, my shroud,
    Worn with pride and joy! None
    The less merrier, even when you know,
    For quite some time, yes, you’re deade!
    My condolences ~ I offer, too, your score
    Scored, cloves implanted,
    By rhyme’s reason: A Winter Season, now
    Content, now civilized, now reformed.
    Scorn? Not! Arise! Have a cranberry scone. All ~
    Hardheads, hounds, & horns!
    Stars sparkle above this Globe,
    Stars, too, light your eyes ~ But O
    Know! Mesmerize
    Not ~
    *
    _______
    Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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    HREF="http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo">http://journal
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  2. My heart bleeds,
    A simple pink of red aspires I
    Inside a pot split by Cotta of Will Terra.
    Just my Fate of the Life, or must I improve,
    Yes, or, Agent of Smith ~ My difficult situation
    That you locate inside your telescope.
    Did my lost hope go, or you, Agent Smith
    Have you seen my Mum, aka Ms.
    God? That thing I see, you offer me,
    Agent of Smith, is that your cord, tied,
    Hung downwards for me?
    Do I have to rise, rhyme your need of?
    My lesson, I can’t!
    But O know, yes, I can write, I can,
    I can cant,
    I can rhyme,
    I can enchant,
    I am a very enchanting grrl,
    Too, yes, you already ~
    O know! What’s that?

    “To do Thee, I aspire, O
    Do you not see you see me?”
    ~ Agent of Smith

    “Who, moi? I, just a grrl klewless?
    O know me!”
    ~ Mum

    “With shame, yes, I aspire to Thee.”
    ~ Agent

    “Really? Me? Impossible!”
    ~ Moi

    “Into the madness, I surely fell,
    With you, into The State of A,
    Without places sufficient, or meant I the misdeed,
    For as you surely remember, Va, as well, Ms.
    God, so surely knows, my sins, little,
    Although dense sometimes my spirit. But
    Intense my desire for you, too. Desire, I?”
    ~ Agent

    “Not! How did you dare?
    How did you dare I would care not.
    I could not, you know?
    Me, I am, just a klewless girrl
    With AD[Hi!]D! I need my mother,
    My puppy, too. But don’t you
    Know. I do love you,
    True, I do. And were I free,
    Were I not my mother’s grrl,
    You, Sir Cumference, would be
    For me. For I do love
    Thee. Forget me not. But my mind,
    Yes, honest, had come undone,
    Remains no longer knotted to this world.
    Now, the shimmer sea
    I swim toward ~
    If lost, or found, please contact Ms.
    Nancy Hathaway, author
    Of the highly esteemed ‘Friendly
    Guide to the Universe’ …”
    ~ Moi
    *
    _______
    Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
    <A
    HREF="http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo">http://journal
    s.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo</A>

  3. "For I do love all
    Thee. So forget me not. But my mind,
    Yes, honest, had come undone,
    Remains no longer knotted to this world.
    Now, the shimmer sea
    I swim toward ~
    If lost, or found, please contact Ms.
    Nancy Hathaway, author
    Of the highly esteemed ‘Friendly
    Guide to the Universe’ …”
    ~ Moi

    From whom, that's Ms.
    Hathaway, I leave
    For you now
    A brief word, as I
    Swim toward a brand-new
    Shining world ~

    "In the nineteenth century,
    Observers reproted a marking on Mars
    Shaped very much like a Hewbrew
    Letter used to respresent
    The name of God.
    Was this a message? And if so,
    What did it mean?"

    ~ Nancy Hathaway,
    From "Messages From Beyond,"
    From "The Friendly Guide
    To the Universe"

    PS. Bert ~ I think that's
    A Hebrew Frank ~
    Further my story, as gone
    I am. In search, yes,
    For the Shimmering Sea...
    _______
    Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
    <A
    HREF="http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo">http://journal
    s.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo</A>

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