The Best of Contextomy: IV, XIV, XV

IV.

My young poets
do throw the love
around.

I keep it
in a disorderly pile
on my desk

between the big thorny stick
and a jar of their tears.



XIV.

Oh man, 
I am still pissed
about that parenthesis.


XV.


Dear Lord,

It’s like fighting
the adverbial hydra—

vainly.


-M.

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The Best of Contextomy: Contextomies V and LII (on turpitude)

V.

Once the term
moral turpitude 
starts to get
thrown around,

there’s really just 

no graceful way
to uncross that line.


LII.

Let the art dictate
the medium--
moral turpitude demands
to be done in
body fluid.

-M.

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