Infected Poems

April 27, 2020

I slated

I’m so elated

I slated 

isolated

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A Single, Short Poem About All of Us

September 3, 2015

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Human beings:

Happy, decaying blobs of quickly putrefying rot

painfully isolated water droplets seeking and fearing merger

self-aware matter freaked out by the obvious

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That’s today’s poem from Daisybrain. Click this daisy to see more Daisybrain:

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Stew’s Last name is Pidd.

March 20, 2014

“What would he want, Woody?” asked Owen.

“He would want to call in Collin,” answered Woody.

“Would he, Woody? Would he, really, Woody? Would he?”

“When will you stop, Owen? Oh when, Owen?” pleaded Woody.

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Is That All There Is?

February 6, 2014

Oh look – I sing you a little song about life:

Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it? For more sound and moving pictures, click the flower:

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