Tag Archives: Minerals

Screaming the Dream

Screaming the Dreamby Michael DoyleWho would have believed Were my eyes deceivedCould this really beWithin any possibilityScreaming the dreamWho would have believedThe nutritional value of ice creamFactually known, not deceivedNow isn’t this something niceA glycemic index less than brown riceMaybe … Continue reading

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In A Hermitage of Petrified Words

In A Hermitage of Petrified Wordsby Michael DoyleLike a forest well petrifiedBy minerals filling in for lifeA poet thinks in his hermitageDreaming about things to study onThere’s an abandonment of conjunctionWhen like Chomsky, language ceases to functionWe drift like lyrics … Continue reading

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