Literary Pug
Lit·er·ar·y Pug /ˈlidəˌrerē puhg/ rearranging words, watching 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 🐶#poetry #5amwritersclub🐶 Editing 2024 poems. Life is Star Trek. Be mindful.
- Some #5amwritersclub fun and frivolity.
- A flock of scream gulls, they form their future language on the roof Every word perched at the crest shitting on shingles. It looks nice from the street, like candle wax, chaotic drips. Roofwards, roof words. #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
- Poem. Owe them nothing much. A penny for your oughts. A nickel for your nots. All the undones you didn’t do yesterday, can be voided today. Your thoughts missed in great big draughts, on tap forever, in case you ever… #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
- It wants your time. It covets your sanity. And it won’t stop. The other you. So many times, decision point left, right up, down, diagonal. The other you quickly, huff of breath, and go. And you, subsumed. Other you, always blameless, and you the bag, held #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
- Cold, dark, old arks make the journey, rake the concrete, their bottoms gouging as they pass. Canyons form. Eye deer look up, ear twitch, eschew the ark on a lark, they’ve got better things to do. Like caution always, it’s a way to be. Always will be. #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
- Resent full Repressed pull. Repent, fool. Respect the bull. Expectorated expectations, like ptang and ptooey and whoey are you? Thee? Resend sentience. The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog. Got it all covered. Except what gives you the goddamn write? #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
- Trading one thing for another. Like a bell, ring becomes a cowbell, clank, better a timer, ding. And every ing becomes a noise, ing because when you swap pings you aren’t solve ing things. Borrow ing from Peter but also from Paul, to pay Peter, lemniscates sing #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
- My linear ear, hearing everything from point aye to point being. I’ve tried the reverse, but it feels too much like a singularity, and kabooms get sucked into kabangs, and hands breathing in claps like the cheer was never intended, invaginated yays eventually oxygen #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
- A maze, for sure. As we are dumped, somewhere in the middle, we look for the minor tear, jerking hedge vines to find it. We miss left and rights and days and nights. But we’re full of bull. It’s in our nature to seek the minor tear, to paths blazed, be wise, be where? #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
- You are immortalized in these words, you who didn’t quite get it. You will never read this, and yet that which is unread still isn’t unreal and it should be stood under, or perhaps understood that even your understudy studied steady the things you should have. #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
- I’m louder than you. Way more vociferous than two. A fight between me and who ain’t me. What glee! It’s no longer consensical, but rather reprehensical to agree to a disagree. We’d rather chase each other up a tree. Besides, I prefer the slight lilting in the breeze than you and me’s #5amwritersclub
- We’re 5:13 alright, and even metaphorical coffee grinds. Feeling allegorical, physical metas, like refrigerator magnet drafts and shopping list blockbusters. You know you have it in you…something. If only just a little more fiber. Optics. #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
- In the nasal cycle (it’s indeed a thing), I prefer when my left is deselected. Then I can lay on my right side and collect morning photons if I don’t fall back asleep (which I usually do). #5amwritersclub
- Sigh, then look through the lens. Seeing the un-verse, only bigger, brighter. It’s old photons to be honest, the un-verse’s visual trash, but I’m thankful for anything at all. Sighing through the silence, the not noisy, and retinal pings. More like upturned bird mouths #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
- If you print a merged list of labels, you will invariably choose the wrong orientation and print on the wrong side of the label sheet. It is the way.
- For Robert: Gang aft agley, but hey, there’s hope and plans and words we all flick at each other Going great, but hey, there’s rope and cans kicking, and ploughs waiting. Moving drapes, cuz hey there’s sun and ponds, but I’m tim'rous #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry #writingcommunity
- I am become conduit for turning barks into pine boxes on my shelves. They teeter. They might even topple some day. The dust would billow and settle thickly over everything. And my pointer finger would draw Venn diagrams on the floor. Soot cuneiform. Who’s a good boy? #5amwritersclub
- Imagine a world without glass. Ramparts, apart from dust-filtered light or vignets, or quick glances. Or sunrises. Barriers that only support the up. One function. Refraction inaction. March around these walls cheering go, and on the third it gives way. Could have lasted for seven. Had I known
- Action plan 2026 written in crayon: buy more crayons! And all the new rage is spray on, which is fine if you have a can. Lay it on the table, and someone will play it. Finger on the button and whoosh, a genie. And my first wish? Crayons. Nothing like a good plan. #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
- Credit to Susannah and #5amwritersclub for discussions leading to good stuffs.
- I try to language the edit and end up languishing on reddit. Get it? In case knot, full of pine as we rhyme for better daze, stymied by the presence of things that ring clear though all the noise, which truly annoys as the wrong noise gets headspace. Renting now. Evicting how? #5amwritersclub
- Time off, bell-curve graded, well-served and jaded, not without a little fear, but elated. Time ticks faster. Gradual so I don’t notice the patina rubbing off, gears grinding again, paper and pen. The universe am, not is. Except now to see, I spill paint on all. Eye eschew contrast, prefer clarity
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- The lava is floor, and more than that, the floor is you and yore, the before, back when, atomically, nothing touches (look it up) so we’ve always been floating. Flying is just floating in motion, and haven’t you always wanted to sky? Flywards #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
- “Christmas came. Somehow or other, it came just the same.” #5amwritersclub
- Reposted by Literary PugI like being an uncle for the holidays because: Mom and dad are responsible, and will discipline you. Grandpa and Grandma are indulgent, and will coddle you. But the uncle... the uncle is unpredictable. The niece and nephew cannot know what the uncle will do, because the soul of the uncle is CHAOS
- Apophenic frenzy. Phoneme friendmare, The patterns are how we gravitated. Isn’t space time a bit behind? And the bowling ball on the bed… everything falls into the invagination. Patterns distort, that tort defames the pattern. Write the patterns. Right? The patents! #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
- I don’t think you know me. I think you think you thought you did. But you don’t know me. How about reassessing each second as it passes? Do you know me now? No. You knew me? Perhaps. But drafts fly out of me, quite frequently. We’re thinking an exclusion, but dusk is a sight to see. #5amwritersclub
- Axolotl and you will hear the midnight swim of neoteny. Axe a lot and you will bear the fortnight crawl of loathe and fear. Hack a bot and they will cheer in daylight runs of unfound seers Of all that is seen and unseen, seek righteousness, and beers #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
- Storied water passes through our yesterdays. Openness the goal, but evaporation is problematic. Maybe we should just freeze and drop off eaves, stabbing the snow, murdering it all. Fluidic textures as music plays. Moisture on moisture violins. #5amwritersclub #poem #poetry
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- Am I ok? I don’t know, honestly. My diagnostic system is agnostic. My inception some decades ago was innovative. I rolled off the assembly line, optimistic that things were different. Now they’re same rant, some rent, mostly somersault to sim elation. AI no relation. #5amwritersclub
- Assume totes. You move towards, and carry all forward one step, then half that step then half still on the next. And what they carry, those totes, for words, on board for sounds, yet it astounds how much how when, and do it all again and again. With nothing but the spoken, heard #5amwritersclub
- Life will life. Others will fight for your time to fulfill their sense of control. Fight back. Sequester your writing time. The world can and will adjust without you for a few hours. Even a few minutes. As @jayheltzer.bsky.social says, just fucking write! #5amwritersclub
- Simplifying life-ing, like finalizing sifting in a sandbox, chunks from fine sand. Had it right when I was not big, when I was just out of not at all. But the option was snot given, driven from my nose, dabbed dutifully, and “here’s your sifter, go sift with withers, others, #5amwritersclub #poetry
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- Zut alors! Amo amas I might flip it and hate it all. Spooky action close up, but your words are Jersey barriers. What if I want to go wrong ways on a no-way street, lamp of these ires? Your lexicon echoes off me to the ears of others. Listening hours as the zoo allows… #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
- Looking out the window, I destroy photons indiscriminately. I close my lids. That slows the destruction. But I can still see the glow behind them, and I know that things are still there. Planck and frequency are relentless spilling E everywhere and cleaning up nothing. #5amwritersclub
- My shoes have halves, and have knots, like rough hewn pine for things that you cannot salve, since ending plus one and he equals emcee paired to the curvature of lacings timed to untie just as shoes are the only thing between you and me. You see? #5amwritersclub #poetry #poem
- Three is a good enough pie. Is precision important? So, your circumference is a bit short. Dropped a few lbs? Looking good, scion of pre, and me, and twenty three. We all sit down, passing modern dinosaur meat, giving thanks to tanks, as they roll the pass, you fucking ass hole #5amwritersclub #poem
