august poetry challenge...

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out-wit us.

you got five days


remember,
school's still out.

don't have us googling...
just ...

out-wit us

words as crayons
 
The Professorial Fallacy for Those Going Back to School

From his big lips,
he's shooting shit. We know
he has the right. Into our ears,
we shovel it.

We make sure
all of it will
fit, by tamping it
there tight.

:) Have a good time in school.
 
for the first time,
she is on her own
finding herself
without the help of her
mother
the only one who has ever cared
about her well-being

I am more upset than
she will ever know
leaving my baby with
stangers who will
spend more time than I will
every day

I miss my baby,
but embrace my newfound..
big girl
 
appreciate, you see
the jump taken by thee...

or thee and thee,
it should be.

a wit-off
on a month-off
when the poem-off
was left-off...

shit and loss
and now my bit
three casual shots
'cross the bow of wit

and yet the heat,
both here and there...

heat, it seems,
is
everywhere


'cept for the aunzies...
who sleep upside down and backwards
and get heat with santa
and....


hot-heat-slow-indifference... disinterest

an unconventional last ditch challenge....


ahhhh fuck it!

you two did good...

to wit,
it's september
some less tardy tart should take the mantle...

as augustly as one could half half-attempt,
august seems to have been at unrushed-wit's end.

thank you for playing.
 
We that deny you
use our wit
such as it
is
to out wit
you and your witty bit
of challenge
I - for one -
saw it but
knew time was
against me
so I - for one -
sat back
knowing school begins
on Tueday.

[even though I - for one - passed, thank you for the challenge.]
 
Tristesse2 said:
We that deny you
use our wit
such as it
is
to out wit
you and your witty bit
of challenge
I - for one -
saw it but
knew time was
against me
so I - for one -
sat back
knowing school begins
on Tueday.

[even though I - for one - passed, thank you for the challenge.]

fuck
how you win these things!

shit and loss ...
the three of us
been outwit.

objections?

irony, wit and message.
the google-less fuck.

danka.

 
the days blend together like
coconauts and asphalt
and coconauts buy restaurants
or become atstronauts
sailing on asphalt runways
miraged
and
sweating,
and
hell,
son,
we just gettin started.

marlon,
what exactly is
the day?
 
eagleyez said:
the days blend together like
coconauts and asphalt
and coconauts buy restaurants
or become atstronauts
sailing on asphalt runways
miraged
and
sweating,
and
hell,
son,
we just gettin started.

marlon,
what exactly is
the day?

this rambles great...

bravo.

a steamfitter's mantra;
head song.

august lingers hot here...

who's september?
 
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