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On Forgiving the Dust In My Piano
Dear daughter of Earth,
I am not naked, rose-lipped, chapped and chaste in a poetic caste and silhouetted erotically before sunset and starlight like the Thinker gazing across foreseeable perpetuity. -
When?
Dramatically striking a pose in the mirror,
This is me
today.
Where will I be this time tomorrow,
And where will my feet have taken me?
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To the Plastic Bag of Broken Guitar Strings
There you go again:
Reciting beautiful words
That no one cares about.
My broken mouth waits impatiently;
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Why Do I Cry, Little Fox?
Speak to me soft, little fox.
Don’t go yet.
Don’t whisper goodbye
To the sky
When you haven’t even realized
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The Chaotic Misdemeanors of Bluejay One
A green tea bag is baking cold out on my porch
A piece of gray rock from the quarry wanted to be torched
Whipped cream pecks your cheeks with specks and flecks of blue
Loves
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The Girl with the Polaroid in her Phone Case
The girl with the Polaroid in her phone case
is the one I want to kiss.
The girl with the Polaroid in her phone case
doesn't even know I exist.
The girl with the headphones that mess up her bangs
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Great America
Make America Great Again
With a dictator and fascism
We choose hatred over empathy
Just to protect our weaponry
So screw Trans right and wildlife
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When I'd Go
They all say they'd visit dinosaurs
go back and dig for gold
meet their great-great-great grandparents
be around when electricity was discovered.
When the question is asked
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Cowgirl’s Glitter
Blaring alarm at 5 AM.
Jumps out of bed to work
The dirty work left to her
Hauling hay before school.
Changes into a little black dress.
Eyeliner to cover her exhaustion
A pretty little teacup
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Papa Simmons; 5/3/2024
Hello sweetheart!
My goodness, how time has flown.
You used to be so little, do you remember?
