In common soil — fellow Williamsburg inhabitant and friend, Ossian Foley, has generously supplied me with some of his new verse to entertain blog interlopers seeking word spins. Support the masses one poet at a time!

Plasticity, thank heavens.

Umber amazoned
and fits and will list
as sickled cants.

A token all might,
or what’s next will,
outwards acervation.

Bound it sleeped,
unsong kinned
with relocution.

She looked
seven-years youngerly
with dislocation.

(or Jen)

Caudal bearing keepsakes
like a phantom limb.

Barnacled the body,
vulgar trade, yet misses
your pregnant vector.

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4 Responses to “Poets Are Roses”

1. Bob Marcacci Says:
   November 13th, 2005 at 8:59 am eAh! I like this. Perhaps I will attempt my own infiltration by this method… Mentioned going to No. Carolina soon… I work with a dude from there! Does that help me?
2. garnet Says:
   November 15th, 2005 at 8:37 am eCool. How’d he do that? Slip janus tongs under jellyfish?

   I’m not sure how I found you but here I am. I’m Garnet Muse, or David. Please come and visit if you like.

   Poetry Carnival 7 is at my place on Glitter Lane. I hope you come and join the fun.

   Sincerely,
   G

3. ossian Says:
   November 17th, 2005 at 10:49 pm eSelf-promotion lacks class. Thanks for doing it for me, Amy.
4. OLDMAN FROM OUT WEST Says:
   September 8th, 2006 at 11:07 pm eIn regards to (or Jen) we see the phantom life, we imagine the barnacled body, but considering the keepsakes, we cannot maintain both.
   Perhaps –

   Caudal bearing keepsakes
   like a phantom limb.

   Delimited the body,
   vulgar trade, yet misses
   your pregnant vector considering
   other tangents in this space

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