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the
last sin |
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pale ashen sky
a bleary eye
clouds of recurring screams... |
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i
am a zoo |
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an octopus leviathan
tentacles into an ocean
of unformed emotions... |
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syphilis
and love |
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syphilitic pall
stifles the clear blue
i contort... |
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shell
and pearl |
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amidst highs and lows
in life's ocean flows
a shell peony-mouthed... |
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i
am an unmarried mother
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fed on stings
of barbed milk morality
my child-plankton... |
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the
lovers |
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cell upon cell
bridge of their union
hung on the pillars... |
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rebirth |
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ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture... |
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the
young today |
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innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition... |
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physical poems
icon one: your hair
is it spring autumn or winter
each strand a diamond chip
of myriad hues
each flake a fountain
of magnetic charms
the refulgence of emulsion
like million rainbows
in a muslin azure
is it your hair or morning sunshine
glistening on the scalp of virgin land?
the fragrance of fresh blossoms
dali, is it your perfume?
smooth wavy feathery
soft like dacca silk
your hair
in their frolicking nudity
a compelling aphrodisiac
the heady wine
of an animal kingdom
tresses... o tresses ... shall we?
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