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Penthouse Party
There's a party in the penthouse
where people come and go
admission is free and based on nothing
and if you go once, you'll never truly leave.
It's not hard to get in, but you won't be invited
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Sir Jack and the Hydra: A Modern Cautionary Tale
Listen to my tale of woe
from the olden days
Sir Jack, he was a nobleman
who worked in all the trades.
The Queens, they all adored him
for he never missed croquet
the Kings called him for gin and rum
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Her Highness Orders Her Favorite Meal
Half a turkey burger
add cheese
I want salad and fries
plus ketchup
and a cup of buttered noodles
because why should I have to choose
are you writing this down?
A drink, yes
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I Know How Pluto Feels
I think we're like the Milky Way.
Through the vastness of space we found us
and built friendships.
We grew a galaxy
and we've had different stars and planets
moons and rings come and gone.
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Seasons of Being (Part 4): Spring
My bones no longer have need to show
but bend when all the seasons change,
Come spring I have new seeds to sow
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Seasons of Being (Part 3): Winter
Like a gear slowly rusting
With feet like cement
We are zombies of snow and sleet
Brain fog taking control
Loves
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If Love was a Garden
If love was a garden, I’d let it grow wild
Because what use is love that’s tamed?
There, the honeybees would be the messengers, passing letters of sweet nothings from the sun to the flower’s soft buds
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Confession
the contents of the atlantic
are tucked behind my ear.
the other isles have oozed into my hair
parasitcally working their way down my throat
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The Loss of a Songbird
As I step into the wood
I hear nature’s song, oh so good
The song of a small bird,
he fills the world without a word
At the peak of a sweet crescendo,
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New feeling
There’s this new feeling
It’s a very different feeling
But it’s a good feeling
I thought I had this figured out
But like Icarus with the sun
I still had no idea what would be done
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sunshine vs. gold
You told me I was made of pure sunshine
I tried to believe you
I did
I promise
But how can I be sunshine
When she is made of pure gold
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The French of the Trench
Le François de la Tranchée
With my stomach on the ground, I look over the parapet and into the trench. Nobody could be seen.