I imagined a desolate cicada and I felt indescribable courage.
I had to write a poem.
It goes like this:
Gazitter gazatter
Shmeegy shmeegy shmeegy
Streezock keezawitz
Ecch-sklush whomp fwip
I wrote a small poem today between dreaming and falling into water.
This is my poem:
Glort glort
Dip-glatank-splang
Sprik sprik sprik
Buk muk fruguk fwuk
On my evening walk, I felt a vague elation.
Then I wrote a poem.
This is my poem:
Spriskrazatch spriskrazatch spriskrazatch
Plangodang
Rimp romp rimp romp
Kroyrshglurk shwukadak
I saw a disappointing osprey and I felt a tremendous homesickness.
I wrote a poem immediately.
This is my poem:
Fibilik fibilik
Bazokkitydok
Leep leep loiglork leep
Spriff spraff sproff
I thought about a moonless foam-hand and I felt enormous pessimism.
I had to write a poem.
This is the poem I wrote:
Thwip scrip squiship tip
Pip-spleng-gatonk
Splong sploibalup splong splong
I thought about frustration and the theories of ugly smelts.
So I had to write a poem.
This is my poem:
Gruckle rurple stukle
Predet-predet
Pfibadop pfibadop
Awk
I wrote a small poem today between fumbling and upending the election.
This is the poem I wrote:
Krackank-roing-hit
Krangle phaffle klandle
Ginch ganch gonch
I met a dazzling opossum and I felt confidence and distress.
I wrote a poem.
It goes like this:
Preeng
Broockle kookle floonkle spwookkle
Pfip-brattank-preng
Skreek
I thought about a bell-pleading garden and I felt trapped by loyalty.
I wrote a poem.
It goes like this:
Phookle thoondle spwoongle
Pip-yenk
Pfengodeng
Urp!
I've been thinking about Alexander Van der Bellen for the last few days.
Then I wrote a poem.
It goes like this:
Alexander Van der Bellen!
Oh, Alexander Van der Bellen
Gung-a-lung
Splop
I thought about the quivering beauty of dikdiks.
I wrote a poem immediately.
This is my poem:
Hit
Hit hit hit
Brip brip broyzooch broiplonk
Nakank-geng-hik
I thought about a bone-white stone and I felt a haunting guilt.
I had to write a poem.
This is the poem I wrote:
Blop
Hik-quatank-scring
Sprangalang sprangalang
Krakadak krakadak krakadak
Today I thought about courage and the colours of silent sponges.
I had to write a poem.
This is my poem:
Plink plink
Creck bleck kebeck zeck
Flooka
Swoongle poonkle pookkle
I saw a dark-flowing sun-storm and I felt an unbearable panic.
So I had to write a poem.
This is my poem:
Womp womp
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