Kaleidoscope Memory
Through the target and the satchel, One breathes ( life ) repeatedly.
A cucumber,
an oxygen tank,
a sea star,
......
Analyze this text and try and assert whether it was written by a native English speaker:
Flat Occurrences.
Charlie Chaplin is clogging at me in my bathroom mirror;
He is smiling a staged smile.
I shake my stance—
a jarring configuration is kinkily salivating back at me.
I dread looking in the mirror.
I feel a daunting presence corrupt my flat.
Blackness illocutes decommission.
......
Knotted
Entangled
Desirous
You and I gasp
Yearning
To emerge as We
Eternally clasped
Losing selves
......
Electricity
th(ank) you
for the br-ea-th-ing out&in–
for eyes that
s
e
e
the bri!!iance
for a heart that thump-thumps (in silence)
for a smile that gives me w i n g s
......
Morgan Freeman did
the tube announcments,
that whole week.
He was jolly enough,
but couldn't help mispronouncing,
most of the station names.
Strangers scoffed,
quietly across isles.
Sharing wry grins. "Moo-ergate",
"Glaw-sester road",
......
Dit is stil,
maar nie leeg nie.
My gedagtes dryf
soos mis oor 'n koue veld,
geen vaste vorm,
geen vaste bestemming.
Ek praat,
maar die klanke vlug
......
Kaleidoscope Memory
Through the target and the satchel, One breathes ( life ) repeatedly.
A cucumber,
an oxygen tank,
a sea star,
......
Electricity
th(ank) you
for the br-ea-th-ing out&in–
for eyes that
s
e
e
the bri!!iance
for a heart that thump-thumps (in silence)
for a smile that gives me w i n g s
......
The sky cracked open with feathers and dust,
a shadow stitched itself across the fields.
Mother goose,
ancient and wild-eyed,
sailed past the rooftops,
trailing old songs and forgotten names.
Childeren dropped their marbles,
dogs forgot to bark,
......
Analyze this text and try and assert whether it was written by a native English speaker:
Flat Occurrences.
Charlie Chaplin is clogging at me in my bathroom mirror;
He is smiling a staged smile.
I shake my stance—
a jarring configuration is kinkily salivating back at me.
I dread looking in the mirror.
I feel a daunting presence corrupt my flat.
Blackness illocutes decommission.
......