Sunday, August 12, 2012

Refrigerator Magnet Poems

It is summer
and I am drunk.
In the garden an enormous pink rose
is whispering to a rock.

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It is winter
and I fall asleep
and dream of spring
of blue rain
and your shadow
on the moon.

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I do not recall
how womanly my skin felt
but one day it leaves me.

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Some men who drive in mist
may need a pounding.

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Easy like his lie.

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Frantic beauty.

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Delirious from chocolate
wax goddess worshipping
could crush her will with lust.

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Peachy wind
yet sad like
symphonies.

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Essential languages are nearly gone.

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