Eli Richardson

2 poems


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all fall low & soft


we'llow to soft
pillow our softs is
softoo when
we go
way low
as two
to wo
mm! m-
mix us usses
down ummer
with kisses & wawm
swum wallow
all o'we up
a lawn way
along with down
& up your flush-
she rushes
deep gushes
blood blushes
on one soft
go grow
to go full
of yuss
to muss-
to will
to yes
to me
swim
you swoon
warm wushes
& lush wishes
on lumber lunge musk-
culiar muscles swushing
funny tummy umness &
round abundance
round & down
thy's thighs
go runness
off & on
my bummess' frontess
ariseslow
& swole
for two
to one,
for soft
people
all lay
solo
to do love with one,
each other.

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Manifest Destiny


arguing against this thing
is like arguing w/a train
cursive cursive cursive
ampersand mountains

you need to be a trained
because you are off your tracks;
you really do believe
you are superior

curses curses curses
Hurts! Brakes bleed
for both of us
speaking
in a circular fashion


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return to sawbuck 5.1

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Eli Richardson doesn't believe everything he thinks. That's smart. His poems have appeared in Ascent Aspirations, Blood Lotus, Denver Syntax, Eudaimonia Poetry Review, Frigg, & Thieves Jargon. Eli's "Gord" received a Pushcart Prize nomination from Floating Bridge Press. Eli's novel Make Me about adventures of the 3rd sex will be published by The Drill Press in 2011. He can be reached at elirichardson@gmail.com.