![Guys, you have tear ducts](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Guys,you have tear ducts, too;they aren't vestigial organsonly found in women,used during mensesin a battle of the sexes;you don't have to playthem li..
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![Beyond the oak](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/adde1d92277cd489216379430a50c402.png) |
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![A thespian born](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
One day I arrived here,
on a mushroom spaceship
I was plunged
inside my mother’s
womb; there I grew
a Martian-size dome,
levitated on a ..
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![Club Vabank](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
There's this placeby the streetwhere workersgo for drink.I have thoughtabout going,then I seethe piss stainson the walls,and I haveanother think;It's ..
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![It's the bacon](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
On the bayou,I take my BLTwith mayo,my bait and tackle;I dab the waterat my fishing holelooking fornibbles, tremors,my kneepropping upthe pole.the cat..
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![S**t my poems](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I don't have to self-destruct today,but if I need an extra momentI'll break down in the bathroom,where I can flush my welling tearswith the bowels I'v..
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![Mortician's rendition](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
dying with eyes openis having a funeralwith your coffin so;I only want Godreading the secretson the back of myretina, and my retinuein its chairs, sea..
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![My name](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
When I hear my name
I don’t recognize it anymore,
For it is laced
With spite, disdain,
Anger, pain,
Or not even said, at all.
It was once ..
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![Desert heart](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I smell you from afar,
Over there,
Somewhere behind
A singing lark,
Lay your hidden star
In the dunes of time
Shifting,
Scarring the land,
Scr..
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![Stillborn holidays](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
In America,
The holidays arrive
Stillborn
Christmas music
Overplayed,
Elvis comes back
From the grave
To serenade
Our dying wits.
Christmas..
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