Thursday, September 25, 2025

( me / me )

Mesopotamia.

       "Joe Camel"

   awaytide
on your white steed
   never mind
that 'no one knows'
   mild cool dawn
forged the motive
   ev'ryone
aches the danger
   pretendworld
tug encroaches
   stochastic
the cage creaking
   sleepwalkers
cross a slag field

Palabras.

"...what Wayne Booth called 'unstable irony': '...we know that something is being undermined...we don't really know where to stop in our underminings.' " —@kevinrothrock.me quoting Ruby Hamilton [This may turn out to be the hallmark of our age.]

Tanka.

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