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ordinary rapture ( pardonnez-moi)

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at least we weren’t speaking french

there was another music etched between us

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etched between us, music notes no other could sense

‘specially in this midnight light at the hush-hush bus-stop

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stopped hush-hushed, this midnight light made ‘specially for us

cold lapping our bare legs, while tidal-tongues go lava-like

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tidal tongues turned lava-like, our cold bare legs lapping each others’ shores

eyes closed, listening for the bus, but not, ear buds in, connecting us

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us, listening, not for the bus, but for the budding connection without ears or eyes

goosebumps raised like brail, jingle-jangled to each touch

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touching raising goosebumps meant as maps, like jingle-jangle trail

dead-scroll pilgrimage attempt washed up on bus stop bench

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attempt a scroll on a dead-phone,stopped, this bench a washed-up pilgrimage

at least we weren’t speaking french

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not a haiku

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https://www.napowrimo.net/

NaPoWriMo day 27:-

to write a “duplex.” A “duplex” is a variation on the sonnet, developed by the poet Jericho Brown. Here’s one of his first “Duplex” poems, and here is a duplex written by the poet I.S. Jones. Like a typical sonnet, a duplex has fourteen lines. It’s organized into seven, two-line stanzas. The second line of the first stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the second stanza, the second line of the second stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the third stanza, and so on. The last line of the poem is the same as the first.

we’re both slaughtered

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breath in my throat

catching like vomit

run rabbit run

separated from the pack

spindle-legged antelope weak

thought of escape

run rabbit run

can it can it can it

make it make it make it

weeping screaming imagining

sweat hot sweat hot breath hot swear hot

on my tail

nailed snapping crapping sobbing

stopping

catching breath

stopping

caught cobble-hobbled wolf-whistled

run rabbit run

down

noooooooo

throat cut my blood

pulsed howl watch detached

legs splayed face bodypressed to the carpet

helpless now

breath in my throat

catching like vomit

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not a haiku

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https://www.napowrimo.net/

NaPoWriMo day 22:-

In honor of today’s being the 22nd day of Na/GloPoWriMo 2022, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that uses repetition. You can repeat a sound, a word, a phrase, or an image, or any combination of things.

on me way gone

i met her at a chip shop

she was standin’ outside

she ‘ad a bag a chips

i said can i‘ave one

she said who do you think i am

with one curl of her salty lip

one hand on her hip

that was it

i was smit

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not a haiku

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a witness statement

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a whimsy statement

flimsy at best but

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could’ave happened, innit!

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thx BG