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the nest gets bigger every day as the bird shaped movie star
takes every twig from the tree until only a toothpick
holds up the daydream he has made
a definition of unsustainability look like a cakewalk rigged with cakes
the cakes go every direction one can imagine
it is a real mirage
the nest glows with frosting, the diva has a party of one
its huge. he goes to work, and escapes as the salty sailor
he puts the nest in storage in a cloud
he finds the boat over where the water starts
he gets in the boat named after his favorite storm and grinds up the starter
his anchor is encrusted with valentine candy and seals
don't want to let go----they're heavy enough to sink us!
he reekingly cries in overstatement deluxe.
the actual Poseidon intervenes,
arriving on a seahorse named dolly with flames of nostril exhaust.
the sea lions consider taking on the lord of the sea
and say nope by flipping away with candy powered flops
the salty sailer gives Poseidon a hug
as the god recoils from his lacquerd smell of Land
as the ship clears the harbor the salty sailor swells up like a pufferfish
connected to a pneumatic machine run by ocean power
the sea says hello to the sailor
another day making dolphin jokes and carving narwhale tropies
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sleeping in a sweet pile of kittens
a kitten so small
it got buried and lost
the mama found it and took it aside
with little licks
it was all better
it mewed and had milk
life made it happy
it slept and got carried
it never opened its mew in anger
it left it in the bottom
of the pile under the sweet sisters
and brothers it stayed warm with in their relativistic
digression toward modernistic analogies
involving non kitten philosopy
and cute trite tactical purrs
a kitten so small
it found a lion's share
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angelfish eating daffodil salads, how random.
they're everywhere these days, the salad palaces we call them.
around every fishbowl on every street in american random.
raccoons try to say hello to the angelfish
but of course, don't get eaten or mauled was the golden rule
under the big dark rock. more dressing for the salad!
the bitterness calls for angel-honey
next time, give the raccoon a chance
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skunk and toad and sallymander went on a rollercoaster
made of a a leaf stitched to a pine needle
it didn't work they waited to frolick to no avail
but had a great philosophical discussion
on the best kind of weather: dry, or wet.
toad says i love windy weather when i'm around skunk
skunk says i love wet weather to keep toad from looking like a gross rock
sallymander says i love weather whether weather seems or knots
and made the rollercoaster real
it was called The Seasons in a dream before the machines took over
and grew the nature all down