Best Skinner Poems

Nighttime, the muse is tangled in the talon of riots
catching bricks to the head- mace to the eyes-
Come morning it sips unholy cups of politics
heavily sweetened with the latest deadly virus-
Noontime it wears a brooding- grimacing mask
it's very breath under the most vicious attacks-
Its spending...

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we are our own
test subjects
in an exam
that can
only be
pass
or

fail where time
will tell and
wear at us
but as
guinea
pigs
we're

as a matter of 
fact really rats
knowingly
gnawing
at the 
only
as

there are choices
of two stimuli one 
for food or the 
other pleasure
but i find that
i am always
starving

for
love...

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BF’s Girl

Man is identified by behavior.
I say man and she demands an
Accounting.  The definitive correlative
Can not be spoken.  The constant common
Can not be held in union.  I must discourse
All caveats else no communion, no love.
What of it?  I can stick a...

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