Normally
Normally, I have political reasons
for how long does
the same time as the
blood churned in her head.
Rather than auditioning
new ideas to help you out there
that I can see your name and password.
The kind words, the more
everyone accepted it as an alternative
to the ground,
but she couldn’t bring it up to date.
In a conflicting memory of
you who don't want the same
as imagination. These people
fill their respective authors
of her, but she made due on Monday.
I'm not exactly hungry for you, but I know
where to find out what to expect from me.
The only originality came because
it was with vague appreciation
that he stared down the street.
I would have liked dinner and drinks
at least.
Burred
When I first started painting,
Curtis took me under his wing,
as the older, more experienced artist.
He said I took to oil like
a duck takes to water.
Even though he was as crazy as a loon
I trusted his estimation,
tired of winging it
and getting snubbed by galleries.
For February, we were happy as larks,
gessoing all night. No early birds in our studio.
“Working’s for the birds,” we scoffed, and he
leaned in for a sloppy kiss always naked
as a jaybird.
I didn’t want to spoil the agoraphobic month
free as a bird to paint with my hair and toes.
Wasn’t this killing two birds with one stone?
Art and love?
Curtis brought books home from the library
to give me a bird’s eye view of postmodernism
and showed me where my name would be
in anthologies when I was afraid to count my chickens
before they hatched.
“Getting you famous is duck soup! One solo show
and you’ll be that rare bird: young, talented, alive.”
But it’s been a year; that bird has flown.
Curtis finally got his ducks in a row
and punched all his canvases in a swan song
worth remembering. A little bird told me
it was Sheila, but I figure it’s just as well:
birds of a feather flock together. I stopped
painting cold turkey on a Thursday.
I’m no spring chicken anymore.
Even when I eat like a bird, fat piles on.
From his wobbly bike, Curtis flipped me the bird,
like I’m the bird-brain and he’s
as scarce as hen’s teeth.
I admit, he really ruffled my feathers in the good way,
and the birds and the bees were nothing to sneeze at
either. But sometimes a mentor-lover
hangs like an albatross around your neck.
So don’t listen when a dodo says,
What’s good for the goose is good
for the gander. I never liked painting.
I always considered myself more of a writer.
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"The order of preference for the equinox
the best way for a moment
to review this information
is strictly speaking with the nurse."
Number of people who talk
about how much they cost:
she couldn’t bring up success stories of other people.
However, the best of all other trademarks
or registered trademarks of their reserved space
for a few weeks ago.
I'm sure that I have something
for everyone to know about.
This one is upside down.
She gazed up to your Mother's Day
to all members of the most
delicious questions. The naked mast
and the tailor made it clear that
he is the best train station.
Our ship it out
of town for work in progress.
I do not reply directly to your account.
You will brew
the same time
as well as his sister.
Names that are also Words
Bill: the beak of a water bird
Rick: an outdoor stack of corn or wood
Tuck: to turn something over on itself
Jimmy: to open by force
Pierce: to make a hole
Skip: run in bounding hops
Cliff: a precipice of rock
Chuck: to throw away
Rod: a hard length
Phil: taking up all the space it can take
Mark: a blemished sign
Nick: to accidentally slice
Brad: a nail formed from wire
Ward: avert, repel, or turn aside
Drew: covered in pencil or pen
Taylor: one who mends
Grant: to bestow
Warren: where rabbits call home
Bob: to float up and down
Ken: limitedly know
Rob: to take what isn’t yours
Frank: to tell the whole, horrid truth
Will: what we can do
Harper: play a stringed tune
Chase: to run after
Miles: a great distance
Westly: in a westerly direction
Lee: away from the wind
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