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Perishable

A Poem by tristan

Nobody ever died from eating an undercooked Brussels sprout�" death, naturally, occurs by the ..

The Suicide of Seasons

A Poem by tristan

Time has come in my wizened youthwhen the fatal enemyswifter moves the seasons byafter the Christmas cliche is past.New Year has begun,hardly time for..

My Judgment

A Poem by tristan

My judgment of Paris is not as complementary as most. Her beauty, masked by too much make-up is ..