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A Poem by mayo
your lips
are cushions
(pillows) that I find perfect
for my right-now-can’t-wait night needs
the voice that purrs out
always a whispe..
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A Poem by mayo
Charlie sits at the front counter
waiting for some one-day thief
to walk in and steal shelves filled
with musty books in a backpack or
shoppi..
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A Poem by mayo
miles davis (gently)
on my cheap cd player
my apartment waiting, waiting
for a vacuum broom mop
grown kids waiting for a free lunch
of Japane..
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A Poem by mayo
there was a day when grass bled
and clouds fell to their knees.
a cough from an elm tree
sang like bitter dreams.
I stole a silent gasp
and w..
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A Poem by mayo
moon moths,
moon flowers,
blue moons,
butterheads,
pigeons,
poetry,
modigliani,
the circus,
geology,
astronomy,
philosophy,..
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A Poem by mayo
the periapt
shaped like a silent prayer
dangled between heavy breasts.
cancer and teen boys
were wearing it thin.
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A Poem by mayo
when she was little
and the ladies worried over her
not-yet-well-enough ..
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A Poem by mayo
side by side on sticky vinyl chairs
we face a therapist who
I can’t help but notice is half my age
her breasts still perky
her face accut..
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A Poem by mayo
there was a time when
my thighs stretched
over the neck of an elephant
and my knuckles bled
nightly.
my lover swallowed pointed words
as my mo..
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