Between the Skyscrapers

encyclopedia poetica


It was a skitzful moon,
an angel orange,
a grindercony,
a racewheel anatomy

Man, these tricks are some great painted sentences!

Is there a better pancake recipe? Mmm mmm, you've got it all wrong. He’s no man for you. So lord, don’t hold me back from big blonde eyelashes, oh good dear God I’m goin in! Let's put this on record: There wasn't even a button to press. Midwife Bell in fifth Atlantic, rerouting the severed serial connection.

It was a crosignia

Could a horror novel be savagely funny?

It was a bucketrust,
a westeastern,
a vasicle,
a cilindrideas

You are thinking of everything right now.

It was a bountisanon,
an emptyple

It was the mommies and the daddies having a night out. This is the start of something new. Vacuuming up the static, so your methods in disguise can draw power from the local well. Is this the part where you pay attention, and we get to see the truth behind every chant, every pure message? Is it nocturnal diboire? Or the seeds in the eye of the secret?

It was a mezzolithica

Stop dropping your nails in the tin!

It was a carthrind,
a listiminy

This skeleton and a shot ‘o gin!

It was a northraxox,
a blend cage,
a wild eaglesaurus

Must we continue to be brain active, without brain surgery?

It was an aganom,
a berkboard,
a delden,
a warpvision,
a calypsocrunch,
a linkerdoo

Ever since Ophelia married Tom’s rooster, this porch just hasn’t been the same. We knew that no apes would commit a foul disease, or treat other hosts like they have some melodramatic syndrome. But ten roving beasts cannot calculate any number of superior interactions. Only a flame whip, or a basket of dried fruits. The best of times in Welgarth were seen through a tiny window, which is not to say whether there was any dirty laundry for the beggars. As a rule, the left thumb never entered any conversation with the brass knuckles; it would be entirely uncivilized, not to mention suspicious. Nine brand new tents, newly constructed.. What was this wagon train, with an eternal question trailing behind in ashes? No answer from the heretic, or the Sunday stealer. Writing recommendations for packs of big brothers is a fool's goal, and should be sent to a rural prison for examination. They had the right star, the elevator shaft, even a clock which drained all energies, and still there was not a stir inside the church. For at times we extricate valuable chemicals, and if not for a growing practice of sexual exploration, all things would slowly drift apart.

It was a strange nominal effect,
a calendar pile,
a render magic,
a tensiltree light

The rats have a right to know about me.

It was a scorchery,
a like-clarence,
a yayar

It was a gum slinger,
an explain engine,
a bad magic stopper,
an on-the-music bag,
a marbelight,
a five-wide

The microorganisms continued to evolve, unaware they were living in another animal's hair.

It was a shortwind,
a wound infracturation,
a moon eyes,
a promise bound,
a reverse future,
an outward luck,
an analogy of stuff,
a picture breaker,
a coffee slot,
a slide tangle

Growing up on a vine is simply more than divine!

It was a rack baton,
a personality list

Even stop signs have to begin somewhere.

Not since our worn-in tool belts were lost like orphan train riders has it been so dreary. And this after the long winter who braved a mad summer. No joke is too big to poke. He was in the basement, polishing a miniature wine barrel that smelled like tea leaves. Nobody ever said that milky swirls of pillow piles are ready to be used for unholy purposes. Entire days without enough crackers to go around. Like a sky with no stars, a wayward path. Ain’t no slow-talker taking over my Ferris wheel company. The big heavy pickax sorts out all unregistered complaints, as the songs are set in motion by flowing rivers and beating wings, all hearts not broken, all suffocating dreams. Well eventually the seeds had a second sprouting. Don't worry, the machine will tell you if anyone called, and what was said. Now I may not be able to work the fields all day, but I’ll still tell ya that seven plus seven is yellow. As the passion creeps ever nearer.

I would score if not for that siren going off.

It was a wapshunger,
an ice cream dream

It was a multicomical,
a wallblur,
an unleft,
a basic basics,
a shoulda,
a faultness

Do you ever wonder if you could have been a down and dirty vixen?

It was a double caller,
a soapless snow,
a sound off wash,
a pianowarning,
an explode egg,
a bar dropper,
a sunshine south,
a fragfiddle,
a bedmush,
a keylesskey,
a picto,
a bookaho

Words pressed out and lifted from the page.

It was a fistaid,
a pad nine,
a wastomatic,
a flunder run,
a lightning portal,
a shadow balls,
an airbow,
a zedagon,
a sport une,
a tap rat

Down lo, to silver and beyond.

It was a gazoobo,
a megadronic system,
a breakband,
a mortalink,
a zoomfinder,
a rotline alias

Every time I arrive somewhere new it seems I'm ten years too early.

It was a soundlike,
a virtue hack

Have we already forgotten all that we learned growing up?

It was an equaliar to space

She went mad in the house of ill behavior.

It was a zingorette,
a breakle communication,
a bubble factor,
an inverse bat,
a fire dimension,
a rainbout,
a clean drip

But the darkness has barely erupted yet.

It was a clownish cake

You knew I loved dockery, so why didn’t ya dock me?

It was a hugh runneth over,
a frequenty,
a water eater,
a mindshield,
a dogwar

What has more potential to frighten than an Easter egg rolling in out of nowhere?

It was a packery of mementos,
a powerquell,
a chipstacker,
a maligrant bond pole,
a blackshine

The most sane people alive are constantly on the verge of going insane.

It was a whole of ignorance,
a plant extension

It was an almost infinite,
a chalkboard crusher

It was a silverskate paddle gang,
a felts policy,
a backrush,
a nuclear mode of town,
a friction pack,
a waveraker

These school children are now eating TV dinners for lunch, I've heard.

It was a woody delight,
a mannerstotism

It was an ordered boval,
a neuron checkwork,
a piddleness,
a flewed,
a nice meanie,
a green caprice

Up and down this big rig, sow the sea with seaweed.

It was a low gray curve,
a counter-send,
a nozzledud

Do you consider them freaks, or just fanatics?

It was an opaquible

It was a carbonflow,
a rising ritual,
an empire deluxe,
a stampingsalt,
an ironclave,
a drain evacuation

When the beep goes off, it's time to insert the disc.

It was a distinction variant,
an upfall,
a ruletime

It was a bricknitch,
an antique provocuation

Let’s let this hometown feeling represent the best of us.

It was a blankwhite,
a filthyacid

Not that water is a closed off subject, but within certain attitudes there are lost fires of obsession, chiseled and ripe to be spoken. It was no different than rotator fantasies or induction valves. And the group was shaped by the preferences of patients who were cured, and had taken legendary trips in submarines.

No books on the shelves, no food in the cupboards.

It was a corning system,
a value deflunktion,
a rickwire

It was an endful,
a skilltrip

Now, after the forlorn battle of the midwestern brewery, thousands of veteran check cashers migrated to the unholy mind field. Never a far cry from victory, big cats had gnawed off too many more than they could chew. Everything was precisely one less than the right amount. Brooms began piling up in the corner, doctors swiftly kicking the liars. There was no time for lengthy court trials or sticky tablecloths. Brave journeyers and handsome young scribes joined the cavern divers. A splash in a puddle reminded everyone that it was time to wake up.

It was a bellydrum,
an ifness,
a moral towel

“A poet who works at Pizza Hut- what hidden talent!”

It was a collection of acts,
a personalthought,
a finalewonder

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1998