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Bats (Free verse) by Dovina Executive orders fly from the White House
like bats from a cave
shear numbers confuse right-wing birds of prey
the bats keep coming
gobbling all they can in just a week
from a four-year growth of insects
hunger drives them from sequester
the cause of nourishment
ambushing prey with bites of sound
birds come out to feed on bats
and might succeed with fewer
can’t decide which bat to chase
driven by orders
search and destroy
satisfy a pent-up hunger
Up the ladder:
The Parsing Pome
Down the ladder:
Lonely Song(SOAD's Highway Song)
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Posted: January 28, 2021 2:55 PM PST; Last modified: January 28, 2021 2:55 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 8049 Comments:
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SupremeDreamer @ 127.0.0.1
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25-Apr-21/3:20 AM
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Birds eating bats... interesting notion. Your political slant is rather noticeable.
Birds eating bats... interesting notion. Your political slant is rather noticeable.
Shear numbers; they're in for a haircut, a scalping.
Shearing flight, slicing the air. Shearing numbers: as immortalised by Kerouac. And as always he leaned his blind head on his pale hand, all ears opened like the ears of an elephant, listening to the American sounds and mastering them for his own English summer's-night use. Then they urged him to get up and play. He did. He played innumerable choruses with amazing chords that mounted higher and higher till the sweat splashed all over the piano and everybody listened in awe and fright. They led him off the stand after an hour. He went back to his dark corner, old God Shearing, and the boys said, 'There ain't nothin left after that. https://www.muziekweb.nl/en/Link/U000011 2 view(s)
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