Such and Such--N7 Oulipo
The lack of a single-word inflammable
in our lanterns is what is killing me
this morpheme
A single workday for all
Inflammables is what God is doing tonight
This is just one of many adages
to have passed through the garments
Previously on this shriek they put
a peartree back together wrong
after its demise
Something
there was in the syphon
Poor tree could feel it in his bonsai
Copyright © Paul Geiger | Year Posted 2014
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