Handling
Bind up myself in a bubble wrap
of poetic warmth and make my
moves on the roadway of reality.
When the air balls puncture:
the tab of fresh picks
fall before my eyes.
Unyielding passages
are the meanest to maneuver.
Eye-rolling helps no one.
Scouring inwards offers succor.
As if all solutions
dart for a date.
Duologue Perils in palaver: while weaving a narrative from the thesaurus of our minds sometimes we lose sight of the quintain. Commas in conversation grease the extemporization drive, helping us ply little-known openings.
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