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love burns your
nerve-endings,
even if it's gone.
love's that
lingering thought;
love is lip-biting,
nail-biting,
the hankering,
the innuendo..
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Written April 1, 2016
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I am a voyeur, of sorts;
I like forests of deciduous trees
Stripped bare of their leaves;
I look to the boastful conifer
Among them, a clothed emp..
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There I was laying in bed,
I’d s**t, showered, shaved,
And breakfasted, before
Setting foot upon the floor;
I saw my boss roasting minions,..
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Religion does “progress”
That’s why it splits
And splits
And splits,
Down to
Smaller
And
Smaller
Sects,
Arriving
At
T..
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Every year
My
Bradford pear
Sheds her
Stinky
Virgin-
White
Canopy
On the corner
Of Elm
And Osage,
Doucheing
herself
green,
Preppin..
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Black abayas
Are sown
In the tumult
Of autumn heat;
Watered
By winter rains,
They sprout as
Hijabs
In May,
Sporting
Pink burkinis,
Driving..
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Written 22 March 2013
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1. It Came
I’m ready
This is the year
Before, it was unseen,
Seemingly obscene
To think it, even queer,
But this is the year;
Its arriv..
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