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waspParasitic queen dressed in gold and black, / we made love among hyacinth / tracts and the morning dew
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icarusA bird stopped- / Mid-air, died, and dropped / With no brave heart to catch it.
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Vulcan and his MuseThis will be my final song: / With no chorus planned to follow / Nor daggers sharpened to a point
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The CannibalI am a cannibal. / I savor men’s fine taste / and snap up scrawny skulls;
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On the dialectical process of poetry-writingIf ever once my words took flight / may this song now break their wings. / Snap the hollowed chicken bones
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My firstI cut my teeth, / and lick my lips on your ******* / in that awkward, ending light.
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A Coat of DustOne should be wary of too many showers; / of too much soap and shampoo. / The brutal water only bead on clean
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SmeltingMy brain is a furnace burning / in a skull plated so thick in steel / you can't feel its heat but by
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loveWe held our mother’s funeral today / out back in the warm Spring rain. / It was supposed to be tomorrow but
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AjarJam smears sticky over toast / And butter three days old. / Served in halves with tea
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