to explain; my stream of consciousness poems are modified stream of consciousness poems; I write down essentially what I am thinking but try to channel it into a field and leave out one or two words, and physically think of a few here and there as well. I try to tap into an inner dialogue in my head that is somewhat coherent and not entirely jibber-jabber. my mind is not wandering around aimlessly, but its not concentrated either. It’s 95% stream of consciousness, 5% constructive thought.
petrified petering peter on the peat moss
petrified peter on the peat moss
petrified pet owner petering pet pits and pestering the pity lady for peanuts
you pet the petty peanut peter peeing on the pavement,
pestering the past with peasants and peasantry, feeding the poor and pious.
wendy wants some water with her women and once went to warwick square dressed in a white worn linen jumper
where did we get her wet in wintertime, was I with her?
wading in the worrisome water, weeding the weeds, waning and waxing, carving and craving,
prawning and preening and pruning the weeds.
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something silly somewhere happened to cindy. she’s simply not standing still without my service,
certainly sally can’t go see cindy without a salary, or salad eating, same thing right? seasonal salads save soil and
seasonings surely steam steamily, sterile but soft and sodden but sleek,
something about sarah’s service seems to irk my senses and I don’t see any logic to my seemingly sound conclusions.
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carving and craving creative carvers, crafted and carried in the carriage.
You cried when i consoled you, casting away your convoluted fears to create crazier ones,
cradling your own creatures by the cranium, crass and creepy, creamy and crawly, some casting clan of caravan-casting
creatures are carrying out their carousing chorus
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