Edgily Poems - Poems about Edgily

...After the quiet snow comes the grinding grit throwing blind shrapnel at windshields. Night drives wind-horses, stampeding phantoms that enter my glassy eyes, then tug at the steering wheel ......

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...Yukon just coon sitter me a copacetic, energetic, ironic language lover (English is ma lingua franca late mother tongue), who waxes poetic, but tall so one babbling, creaking, and dabbling dis arming......

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...‘’ ‘ ‘ ‘’’ ‘’’’’ Like a lady-in-waiting in rags of night questions divide wrong from right, ripping faded threads without seams as daybreak continues its beams, ......

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