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i am odd
you are even
1.
i am an idealess
of sown leather
and seeded to anenomes
of the sea
and bound in buckled leather
for somewear else
2.
you are worded
into panels and potlucks
with all kinds of aitches
& panes of alas
to see threw
before thaw
3.
i am headed four-footed
and handed
back over to the author(ities)
for every grime I’ve ever omitted
to glean away
two beforenesses
4.
you are biting the rode
your thyme your sage
and riding your words
to reed them into pieces
for wheeling people
from play to place
5.
i am underwrought
and forewritten
given to bouts of breathing
shorn to mimicry
for the offices of grave decisions
and never had my tonsures out
6.
you are wedged by waking
between page and scream
to see the swirl as sediments
of the little children who red
all the words they needed to red
but hadn’t ever red another sense
7.
i am depilatory
and ated to the nines
that block the son from pining
for his wormth
and his wormth’s worth
of hosts or drafty ills
8.
you are luculent
not trucked but given to
limpness only with an id
varied for variety
and reasoned out of ardour
weighs of doing things
9.
i am berried
hands all read and every word
I read upon them recommend
a die it must be cast
or encased
there is an urgency to it
10.
you are thin or inking
woods and woulds of words
of words of udders and howe
their bow’s could vine
around the necks of those
who never read
you are even
1.
i am an idealess
of sown leather
and seeded to anenomes
of the sea
and bound in buckled leather
for somewear else
2.
you are worded
into panels and potlucks
with all kinds of aitches
& panes of alas
to see threw
before thaw
3.
i am headed four-footed
and handed
back over to the author(ities)
for every grime I’ve ever omitted
to glean away
two beforenesses
4.
you are biting the rode
your thyme your sage
and riding your words
to reed them into pieces
for wheeling people
from play to place
5.
i am underwrought
and forewritten
given to bouts of breathing
shorn to mimicry
for the offices of grave decisions
and never had my tonsures out
6.
you are wedged by waking
between page and scream
to see the swirl as sediments
of the little children who red
all the words they needed to red
but hadn’t ever red another sense
7.
i am depilatory
and ated to the nines
that block the son from pining
for his wormth
and his wormth’s worth
of hosts or drafty ills
8.
you are luculent
not trucked but given to
limpness only with an id
varied for variety
and reasoned out of ardour
weighs of doing things
9.
i am berried
hands all read and every word
I read upon them recommend
a die it must be cast
or encased
there is an urgency to it
10.
you are thin or inking
woods and woulds of words
of words of udders and howe
their bow’s could vine
around the necks of those
who never read
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