fabulous mosaic log

Mixing is focus; mislaid is found (in sound
even that goes frownward like . . max of the thing;
light flow: oddly odd as oddly even, as balance
veering right into tipping and righting itself
into iron smelting words into thinkings: thingings
... nite cobra sentences snapping flat

Because racked, sizzle as tone

The exalter manages dense horsehide covering
over antique newly-made wildnesses
... lag behind slowness into speedlight,
sonic push thorny pebble scatter, chant;
oppressive, thickness flaring dexterous here
needles owling time-machines ; chromatic jumps

--mp

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Melvin B. Tolson was born February 6, 1898

when a man's verses cannot be understood

Called out into dark, yer ape doth play
holla you pampered jades (or japes) of asia
rattled or minor, in the one tangledtreason mysteried--
intro OK to maybe some unsaved doc;
serious it might be like a dagger or dragged out
totaled at the loud speaker,
o you gotta realize it means you well espy
puddled across, that sorta knowing big gesture,
hey! that's that mighty line thing
even if it shuts up on a typical nite out
reckoning goes heart stopped to a small room:

Maybe, it's even spare or loose change
at the one moment, did it ...
relation to here, it's got power to clarify: namely,
low down as you can get: simply spy
over in that diplomatic money-making racket,--
we realize it's basically action-singing,
even when a word stabs right thru yr staring I

--mp

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Christopher Marlowe is often said to have been
born February 6, 1564
(records are more firm as to his date of baptism)

a birthday acrostic

Wake Up Apes a Depot Slipslopein (Acrossword

Jaggerly it might yawn off liken to slip slap as,
Anyway they don't rip wap ya the playblink mechanism ... don't
Massive breaderly daylily nightlily monthliest get
Entrop slick hum caper ask it weirdall a trad mark'd to slum total?
Sump it's really a thing a thugrest & mack test it

Just because you frame it as clangully clank organistical
O slow downing don't mean every day's sum new measure!
Ye old crowd goes to make it sing atlantally, under bridges
Couch loud the wakening thenmollies ....
Entrop stalls mid hill just a sis, a fuss--w'righting over's hound

--mp

James Joyce was born on February 2, 1882

an acrostic for today

Light Mumbling in the Dark

Long into the disappearing
Apt is to fling arms wide ... it's like facing
Nobody except everyone, a new sun with cramped arms:
Going toward all spoke hard & clearer,
Sitting at the table with too as also here:
Too as much, insist at blues formed,
Over-simmer, boil to focus, flamed
Nada, gettin toward everything: sudden.

High up there; not crowned just
Uppermost into slaked maybe, like airs
Gashed open for breathing.
Heavy zip away from brokenly landgrab...
Every blink clench equity:
Sharp to focus now'd year: barter: shout.

--mp

Langston Hughes was born on February 1, 1902