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Tag Archives: poetry
She Will Come
Before the cock crows thrice,
She will come, she will come.
Common Comic Star
As hours flop,
And hours top,
And wiggle
side to side,
The Untouched It
The thought of it excited her.
She discussed it with her tender peers.
They were open with anticipation
For confirmation of their fears,
To Pick & Choose
after the quiz,
looking in a mirror,
fussing with her hair
Shame and Capital
fall fresh sun beams
on ceramic features
of carved irony
Words from a Lame Man at his Pew
It's the same thing every Sunday, man:
What the devil are we here for?
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My Bee
First, your tongue is to brush, barely brush,
the dew from the outer petals.
Another Father, Gone Missing & The War
Her father,
goes the story,
is caught in a crowd of day laborers–
In The Courtyard
in the courtyard--
box turtle and hummingbird
Fear is a Rapist