There are windows that won't open. Royalty in my ancestry, are you now or have
you ever been a hallucinogenic frog. Blood pressure is a function of what's of this
world. It's in God's image that they're harmless and they're laughable until they're
not. Do not think of a number between one and ten without the number between
one and ten's permission. Double-clutch to Doppler or red shift and not to grind
the gears. As pixilation violates the laws of logic, naughty and nice bits are
similarly overrated, everything and nothing left to the imagination. The
imagination would have not one worry-worn or jewel-encrusted cross to bear.
There are guitars and rumors of guitars. I compensate with longitude for what I
lack in latitude. It takes two photons to entangle, one to urge and one to judge.
They may or may not be facetious when they answer yes to the A-or-B question.
I'm a devil-may-care adjectival modifier, and I make an alphabet of my meanders.
Cursively I circle shallow wells of gravity and to the connoisseur of confirmation
recommend a dusty resting place, consider lilies lest they spin and retain angels
lest they incorrectly bless me. There's no rush, I'll just identify some flying
objects while I wait.
you ever been a hallucinogenic frog. Blood pressure is a function of what's of this
world. It's in God's image that they're harmless and they're laughable until they're
not. Do not think of a number between one and ten without the number between
one and ten's permission. Double-clutch to Doppler or red shift and not to grind
the gears. As pixilation violates the laws of logic, naughty and nice bits are
similarly overrated, everything and nothing left to the imagination. The
imagination would have not one worry-worn or jewel-encrusted cross to bear.
There are guitars and rumors of guitars. I compensate with longitude for what I
lack in latitude. It takes two photons to entangle, one to urge and one to judge.
They may or may not be facetious when they answer yes to the A-or-B question.
I'm a devil-may-care adjectival modifier, and I make an alphabet of my meanders.
Cursively I circle shallow wells of gravity and to the connoisseur of confirmation
recommend a dusty resting place, consider lilies lest they spin and retain angels
lest they incorrectly bless me. There's no rush, I'll just identify some flying
objects while I wait.
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Heikki Huotari attended a one-room school and spent summers on a forest-fire lookout tower. Since retiring from academia/mathematics he has published poems in numerous journals and in five poetry collections and has won one book and two chapbook awards. His Erdős number is two.
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