Paul Robinson Poetry


The Catastrophic Pours Across Tongues in Subsong
October 28, 2010, 4:08 pm
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I mistook a glow for the front and back of the same fabric; diminished again, because it resides open thrown in iconic blueprint.

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Gaunt and Turn Goes Progress

There is, sudden to keep, a set of valves—importuned. Amorphous-caught ourselves, tracking the flow to shocks and heaves.

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Segments Once Underscored
October 15, 2010, 2:00 pm
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For this problem the iron sword does the blocking. The cold form are only speeds: direct course can wander and shuffle.

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