Robert Warlov Poet Prose

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( An inquiry into form )

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There-                            Not here?


Start over . . .                A planet and good for YOU!   maybe-


 ' bigger than a breadbox?

So-     vegetable!    GREEN     like ex spec tations

    
HERE-                    n OT  THERE?


Not again?!             therefore  "we see"?


NO      Justa                 s  p  a  c  e        (maybe)

with a shape!          Like mathematicians
                                                                                                     l
    (they gather in blue confusion)    so?                               l
                                                                                                   i
So a word with a Sumar•  add•  dress•                               h
                                                                     A summer address?
    ·  The cats break-open the weeping kitchen  ·            e
                                                                                              h
BROWN then         like perfect patterns        just over  t  
                                                        
                                                         and

                                              E = Q = U = A = L

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MB Farookh December 16, 2023 at 7:25 AM You adopt unique styles, lovely. Robert Warlov December 17, 2023 at 12:10 AM Space constraints here don't allow for a comprehensive response. Sorry but I sent you a "poetry soup" in-house email instead.

Robert Warlov September 26, 2016 at 4:32 PM The quantification of envy where not quite green ( So far less than roiled blew sky, or God's [Rainbow Man], or Adam's [ Red Man], ) apple sky-pie is served. Robert Warlov May 26, 2024 at 2:18 PM "I drank from the well called Poetry until it sucked me dry. Sound my bones in Babel ruin". ~ [A taxonomy of human perception to choose from] Candide Diderot May 21, 2024 at 2:24 PM surely this is code...