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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NaPoWriMo day 22:-

In honor of today’s being the 22^nd 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.

underside

laying beneath bed

i lie and say dust bunnies

are bright companions.

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haiku

refusing blue

napowrimo day 12

blue pill

*you take the blue pill and the story ends. you wake in your bed and you believe whatever you want to believe

red pill

*you take the red pill and you stay in wonderland and i show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes

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swallowing red

scrabbling on the edge of the rabbit-hole, bitten-lipped

footing lost, taste of red, vomit-ready, in my frozen throat

only the illuminated rumi in my apron pocket

letting go of everything known, wider awake than thought

falling up and into dirty soul

scrawling eat me, drink me, frantically

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refusing blue

in refusing blue, i know it is the I that burnt the sky

standing on a rooftop poised to pitch forward, leapt, while you stepped

back while blaming me for killing us – knowing

the hole i had to go through was alone-shaped and mightily-icy – knowing

it was warmer than the bed i left – i swallow that 

while reciting sufism beneath my breath

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one fish two fish red fish blue fish

wishes swimming in soap-bubbles i forget to notice

cherry blossoms sobbing sweetly as background noise

swirling purply

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btw april 12 2021

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Prompt:- I’m calling this one “Past and Future.” This prompt challenges you to write a poem using at least one word/concept/idea from each of two specialty dictionaries: Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction.

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https://sfdictionary.com/view/2317/blue-pill

* lines from the Matrix

red pill / blue pill reference found in …https://sfdictionary.com/view/2317/blue-pill

rumi:- Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi (also given as Jalal ad-did Muhammad Balkhi, best known as Rumi, l. 1207-1273 CE) was a Persian Islamic theologian and scholar but became famous as a mystical poet whose work focuses on the opportunity for a meaningful and elevated life through personal knowledge and love of God. He was a devout Sunni Muslim and, even though his poetry emphasizes a transcendence above religious strictures and dogma, it is grounded in an Islamic worldview. Rumi’s God is welcoming to all, however, no matter their professed faith, and one’s desire to know and praise this God is all that is required for living a spiritual life.  

blue pill n.

a drug that allows one to remain ignorant of reality; cf. red pill n.

Often fig.

Drugs

• 1998 L. Wachowski & A. Wachowski The Matrix (shooting script, 29 Mar.) 29You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and you believe whatever you want to believe.

red pill n.

a drug that reveals esp. unpleasant truths of the real world; cf. blue pill n.

Often fig. Now often associated with right-wing or men’s-rights political movements.

Drugs

• 1998 L. Wachowski & A. Wachowski The Matrix (shooting script, 29 Mar.) 29You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
• 2020 H. Kunzru Red Pill 171 Hari Kunzru bibliographySo much of what he said had that particular tone, that suggestion of double meaning. Come inside or stay in the dark, as if he were about to initiate me into a mystery, offer me the red pill.

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Bowl of Reflections inscribed with Rumi’s poetry. Early 13th century, Brooklyn Museum. (TRT World and Agencies)

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Ballad of Salad

I’m not a rabbit

don’t make me eat salad

I like potatoes and meat, me

you can

put in sweet herbs, if you like

to season it right

but give me steak, pork, chicken every night

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I’m not some herbivore

so don’t make me

eat boring veggies, wait

I do like a bit of fruit

or the odd carrot, but I’m not a rabbit

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What’s that you’ve got?

A bit of pumpkin and a turnip?

I’ll have that

Some swede and courgette, I’ll take

you can

put a bit on the edge of my plate

maybe some marrow tomorrow

perhaps some beetroot, as a boost

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however

I’m not a grazer, me

you can’t, so

don’t make me eat greens

no peas, lettuce, beans

just leave them be, maybe

in the corner of my plate

if I get sick of potatoes and meat or

in case of constipation

I may consider them a treat

I may eat salad, you understand

just as a tonic

but I’m not a rabbit