851 3 2
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her knife cleaves a single red hair
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I know he’s got that
Shakespearean forehead
But what the heck
I got Bohemian balls
I got Bohemian balls
So to hell with him
Come live with me again
Come live with me instead
I know poetry’s dead
But what the heck
So’s God, it’s bee
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for spirits and demons have no life/
but what imagination gives
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They’re young and haughty.
27’s still a long ways off.
They read about the famous,
not the dead.
Dusty dragonflies will not
land upon them,
and they are really only in love
with the dishwasher.
Now there’s a problem.
Poetry is dead,
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The body does what a body must
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We’ll just choke on all our shit
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With small and fleshy hands/
I scratch at enigmatic stones,
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I wish I could remember what I sent to these magazines.
They tell me how much they enjoyed reading my pieces.
They always do, and using the exact same words too.
It’s quite amazing. Though they never accept anything.
Just cannot remember what I se
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The thrum and the thrust//
have beaten conviviality out of me.
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200
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Do you think it’s true
the first curse was uttered when
Eve lost her hymen?
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Only last Friday, he was introduced/
around, smiling, healthy,/
a fine young man.
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a few numbers/
and a handful of their operations,
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Each brief life is lived in dedication//
to the honeyed buzz of the colony,
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If I had a goat, I’d name it Eternal,
because he’d be, like, springing everywhere,
if he was a young goat.
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If the Titanic rises from the bottom of the sea,
I will meet you on deck, in a deck chair.
Fully dressed for a change.
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