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  1. precipitate

    from the roil,
    from the boil,
    the slush of forgetfulness
    frothing; the casting
    vapor wafting off;
    a hard and shining dust
    in the bottom of the pan –
    for now, not now, too hot to touch,
    but when it cools –
    when it cools –
    we’ll learn what exactly
    was drifting around in there.

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  2. fingers in the spokes

    there is an allowable amount of horror;
    a simmer agreed upon,
    a subset of families dragged
    away in the night, a volume of dogs
    shot point-blank by the state;
    human is the excuse-making animal.
    given a slow enough stalking
    even a flimsy doe will turn and scream
    and kick; will try anything
    to alert, to defend.
    but our threshold are high.
    the factory consumes hands;
    every day, one or many –
    but so long as the product is good,
    who bothers to care?

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  3. fingers in the spokes

    there is an allowable amount of horror;
    a simmer agreed upon,
    a subset of families dragged
    away in the night, a volume of dogs
    shot point-blank by the state;
    human is the excuse-making animal.
    given a slow enough stalking
    even a flimsy doe will turn and scream
    and kick; will try anything
    to alert, to defend.
    but our threshold are high.
    the factory consumes hands;
    every day, one or many –
    but so long as the product is good,
    who bothers to care?

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  4. fingers in the spokes

    there is an allowable amount of horror;
    a simmer agreed upon,
    a subset of families dragged
    away in the night, a volume of dogs
    shot point-blank by the state;
    human is the excuse-making animal.
    given a slow enough stalking
    even a flimsy doe will turn and scream
    and kick; will try anything
    to alert, to defend.
    but our threshold are high.
    the factory consumes hands;
    every day, one or many –
    but so long as the product is good,
    who bothers to care?

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  5. fingers in the spokes

    there is an allowable amount of horror;
    a simmer agreed upon,
    a subset of families dragged
    away in the night, a volume of dogs
    shot point-blank by the state;
    human is the excuse-making animal.
    given a slow enough stalking
    even a flimsy doe will turn and scream
    and kick; will try anything
    to alert, to defend.
    but our threshold are high.
    the factory consumes hands;
    every day, one or many –
    but so long as the product is good,
    who bothers to care?

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  6. fingers in the spokes

    there is an allowable amount of horror;
    a simmer agreed upon,
    a subset of families dragged
    away in the night, a volume of dogs
    shot point-blank by the state;
    human is the excuse-making animal.
    given a slow enough stalking
    even a flimsy doe will turn and scream
    and kick; will try anything
    to alert, to defend.
    but our threshold are high.
    the factory consumes hands;
    every day, one or many –
    but so long as the product is good,
    who bothers to care?

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  7. Once More With —

    his eyes went glassy, glassy, grazing
    out in the back nine, his fingers reaching
    down and plucking mustard
    like they used to retrieve tees;
    the man with placid face has
    gone delicious; gone divine;
    become something more than man,
    something less than food,
    something caught in
    history’s mouth, something
    ground in the gullet of a tale
    as old as time.

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  8. Once More With —

    his eyes went glassy, glassy, grazing
    out in the back nine, his fingers reaching
    down and plucking mustard
    like they used to retrieve tees;
    the man with placid face has
    gone delicious; gone divine;
    become something more than man,
    something less than food,
    something caught in
    history’s mouth, something
    ground in the gullet of a tale
    as old as time.

    #Poem #Writing #poetry #poems #DailyPoem #dailyWriting #daily #dailyPoetry #read #reading
  9. Once More With —

    his eyes went glassy, glassy, grazing
    out in the back nine, his fingers reaching
    down and plucking mustard
    like they used to retrieve tees;
    the man with placid face has
    gone delicious; gone divine;
    become something more than man,
    something less than food,
    something caught in
    history’s mouth, something
    ground in the gullet of a tale
    as old as time.

    #Poem #Writing #poetry #poems #DailyPoem #dailyWriting #daily #dailyPoetry #read #reading
  10. Once More With —

    his eyes went glassy, glassy, grazing
    out in the back nine, his fingers reaching
    down and plucking mustard
    like they used to retrieve tees;
    the man with placid face has
    gone delicious; gone divine;
    become something more than man,
    something less than food,
    something caught in
    history’s mouth, something
    ground in the gullet of a tale
    as old as time.

    #Poem #Writing #poetry #poems #DailyPoem #dailyWriting #daily #dailyPoetry #read #reading
  11. Once More With —

    his eyes went glassy, glassy, grazing
    out in the back nine, his fingers reaching
    down and plucking mustard
    like they used to retrieve tees;
    the man with placid face has
    gone delicious; gone divine;
    become something more than man,
    something less than food,
    something caught in
    history’s mouth, something
    ground in the gullet of a tale
    as old as time.

    #Poem #Writing #poetry #poems #DailyPoem #dailyWriting #daily #dailyPoetry #read #reading
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