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The patterns and colorways of  labyrinths

play seductive equations

stepwise progressions with benefits . . .

Your grandmother's to-do, I suppose? . . .

A better way to open, maybe? . . .

Crunching numbers in a restorative way

through Four-Star George's glass,

and darkly

the age-long strife

proofs unfolding . . .

I am become . . . whatever . . .

The answer blowing in the wind? . . .

Eight nominations . . . counters zeroed-out

I Am Curious (Yellow) . . . and in walks Myth of Man

an odyssey for your disbelief . . . suspended as it is . . .

Laura Rauch in Myth of Man

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No less marginal than someone's cover

of Strawberry Fields Forever

penetrating your eardrums . . .

You with a fortnight

of multiple choice questions

sticker shock

collapsing into pasteboard invitations . . .

the weather again unsure

of what to do . . .

The unsavory coupling, yes, that too,

meeting in dreamscapes . . .

inquisitive . . .

Drumming a little life into the countryside . . . 

Scads of to-dos . . . little matter . . .

There was a moment when you were sure

it would all come together

but it didn't . . . and you were OK with that . . .

comfortable with the unknown

en plain air . . . right down the middle

a come as you are kind of invite

especially now

with endgamers threatening tell-alls . . .

Bruno Dayan

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Afternoons with straw figures

cavorting in delightful emptiness

in a surreal haven

with the usual obtuse blanket . . .

Where does your property

begin again? . . .

At the spring? . . .

With the barn and its many matrices? . . .

Inasmuch as differences

clip the wings of understanding for some

you are welcome to settle in . . .

Tea? . . . a book, perhaps? . . .

Feel free to chill

before the requisite summing-up

propels messengers of redaction

back out onto the backroads of many . . .

Antonio Palmerini

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You're binging a miniseries about reincarnates

trapped in the blunt pretense of chance

not unlike those you've encountered

on your daily walk along the canal . . .

Connoisseurs of oblivion have at it

in brittle best sellers . . . patched together

with stepwise amplification . . .

The soundtrack to Myth of Man, yes? . . .

I know it's on your list . . .

You awoke to a bath in the middle of the night

which put to rest your restless legs

and opened a door to an urge

to sit for a portait by the medievalist

who hawks indulgences in the virtual piazza

two towns over . . .

Antonio Palmerini

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The future catwalks an ultramarine puffer jacket . . .

Fast forward to destabilization

adjusting the required rhymes apart from the action . . .

You have immersed yourself in totemism . . .

Copies of postproduction notes

have been distributed to those on the brink . . .

So it's back to the basics, I suppose . . .

In no time, ashes . . . at the wellhead of a dream . . .

You don't want to call, trust me . . .

Confiding to a few intimates

will stem the tide of what, I'm not sure anymore . . .

Once captivating, now drudgery . . .

There are far too many shifts in this faux drama

meandering across the busy boulevard

spotted with coding samples from the latest release . . .

Take the funny and run, yes? . . .

Laura Zalenga

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So Double-Double-Toil-and-Stubble

takes the stage to assure the Academy

that he won't be egregious

acknowledging with record-setting windbaggery

that it can all go away . . .

His chewing gum thrown into a bath

of lemon and eucalyptus catalysts

begs a raging crisp outlined situation room . . .

uprooting doomed lovers

slumpingly caressing each scene

at the ruins of Ramesses II . . .

The red carpet frayed . . .

Acceptance speeches vaporized . . .

You too seem unsure of your lines

which regrettably is not all that uncommon

in these days of AI scripting

with writers and editors and influencers

tripping over one another

to comply with those signing their per diems . . .

Ramesses II

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You spent the morning scrubbing histories

of suburban notifications which seemed to have popped up

overnight in network logs . . .

AI spillage and then again what was it? . . .

You could have queried the odysseyites

who were eager to feather their maps with minutiae

spellbinding summit seekers . . .

You unfriended a chat by recounting the experience

of closing various gaps awash with celebratory shifts

to the astonishment of those in the antechamber

queuing up for the virtual red carpet . . .

Ellen von Unwerth

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Despite the after-hours rehearsals

there was never an overnight

just a quick wherewithal

and you were out . . . and about . . .

The flesh overrated, yes? . . .

And with that a different costume

supporting an expression of calm . . .

Surreal of calm, perhaps? . . .

No hint of disbelief . . . nope . . .

good, I suppose if you're determined

to argue a rewrite . . .

At least that's what was intimated . . .

Ellen von Unwerth

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And now they've returned to their respective lives . . .

The dry brush technique may save the canvas

and open a door to a more genial interpretation of events . . .

Over and over again, the enchantment

brought everyone together . . .

You worry the bluntness of your new bob

but those arguments are insinuations

foreshadowing a sequence of ups and downs . . .

And what about the yellow tux? . . .

Such a shame to have jettisoned the BLT . . .

Was it part of your weight-loss mantra? . . .

I think your proportions marvel exactitude

of whatever was implied by that intrusive handle . . .

Forewarned, you stopped just short

of the nomenclature waiting in the siding

for the perplexed locomotive

to accept the consolation prize . . .

Take it, yes, take it . . .

Now you're back in front of the class

with your trigonometric underpinnings

which have a history of wowing counterinsurgents

on leave in the high peaks

managing silence with admirable refrain . . .

Yet another cardboard castle nestled in the wood . . .

Ellen von Unwerth

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Excerpting obituaries might yield a clue

to the ornamentation favored by those

who think they're in the know . . .

The dry illumination will not help

despite what you've heard . . .

Sadly, they are no wiser for it . . .

You want to cut short the conversation? . . .

That could compromise the data

you've agreed to share . . . but I suppose

that happens more than we'd like to admit . . .

Falling as it does into the infinitesimal hole

in our consciousness, to plummet headlong

into the twenty-thousand leagues of notes . . .

A Captain Nemo type was found floating along

in an alphabetical undercurrent . . .

This has to be yet another wake-up call . . .

Hannes Caspar

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The fray resumes the fray

inundated with submissions for redactions . . .

It reminds you of everything

as if honing in on DNA

will unveil yet another double helix

in your backstory . . . 

At the feeders, black-capped chickadees,

whited-out, remain untroubled . . .

Autodidacts pay homage to autofictions

slanted autofictions

redacted autofictions

dripping in time to the musical notes

of someone else's autofiction . . .

The wizard . . . the wonderful wizard

spurns happenstance with remorse . . .

his almost comic anti-otherness

from the burnished depths

of his life as an accomplice

unfolds with complicity . . .

Missing persons clutter mental walk-ups

trying to insinuate themselves back

into your one wild and precious life

while Them-That-Got agree to convene

a solution . . . but there is no solution . . .

Noa Bachner

So I dumped my screen dumps into ChatGPT & got this reDump:

Worrying the linearity of it all . . .

Yet why embellish, twist the truth? . . .

Alright, so we’re all in on the trickery

of collapsing the distance between screen and self,

where nothing is truly as it seems -

as declared by those observing from the shadows . . .

the frozen breath of autumn clinging to the world . . .

But this puddle of prose still makes its way, yes? . . .

You see it, I see it, we all see it . . .

The fox moves easily through the frost

its coat, sleek and well-suited for winter’s bite . . .

Yet your voice, though layered, is fragile

tending to crack . . . much like Proust

dreaming of madeleine crumbs on the edge of memory . . .

Perhaps a subtlety hidden deep within

the algorithms of the next app update

or perhaps it’s the recurring rhythm of something else -

a subway car grinding through the quiet tunnels

hauling your restless thoughts from stop to stop . . .

Naturally, it’s all about perspective -

the point of view shifting like Joyce’s stream of consciousness

where words drift, ready to withdraw their invitation . . .

Will

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Troubling yourself over the chronology of events . . .

But why the embellishments? . . .

OK, so the use of fourth-wall-pulverizing techniques

currently in vogue . . . bare bones judged idiomatically,

as announced, by the watchers at the gate . . .

the mortuary silence of winter . . .

But this cesspool of a script squeezed through, yes? . . .

You know it . . . we all know it . . .

Deer don't seem to mind the snow much

since their hair is hollow and a very good insulator . . .

But your words, camouflaged, are spindly . . .

prone to slippage . . . not unlike Mallarmé

holding a cigar in his hand

for Manet's portrait of him . . . 

Doubtless, a subtlety in Microsoft's latest release

with the clickety-clack on the trestle

of the train with its nightmarish boxcars . . .

Of course, the focalization or fragmentation

in Woolf's To the Lighthouse . . . words bobbing along

eager to terminate your membership . . .

Antonio Palmerini

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(reposted from Thursday, November 26, 2020)

In watermelon sugar the deeds were done and done again

as my life is done in watermelon sugar.

          - Richard Brautigan

The iterations in needle towers lining the streets

trouble redundancy with their button-downess

and lucrative curbs . . . You sought monasticism

and safety and time off . . . eschewing the chatter

of masked players mired in the foibles

of middle and end games . . . escorting regret

at a moment's notice . . . Shocking, yes? . . .

the mess of moves that arrived with the pizza . . .

a meals-on-wheels sort of gig . . .

about to hold forth when your bishop pinned my queen

in watermelon sugar . . . and that was that . . .

We could consult the tale of the tape, I suppose . . .

Queen's Gambit Anya Taylor-Joy

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As if traversing Wordle's words

on a walking pad

through a supermarket's aisles of innuendoes

all life long . . . all life long . . .

An ancient pipe organ with meantone tuning

insinuates

all stops pulled

encrypted with comforter

and mug of Kuchika tea . . .

a passing fancy seeps into the day

drifting into the free-floating white . . .

The fray awaits your arrival . . .

The Late Middle Ages? . . .

The revamp? . . .

Why now? . . .

The shakedown . . . a faded fiction . . . explanatory . . .

The opening scene . . . muted, yes? . . .

The Director's cut . . . a fashionista's foreplay . . .

with outtakes no less

to make do with the trancelike snow . . .

Indeed, the polyphony suits . . .

Kali Malone