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The Holly TreeMild day in winter, week before Christmas / Turns out the tree in your front yard has been / A holly tree all along, finally showing true colors
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CoffeeThe first burnt burst of roasting beans brings sorrow / All at once memories of yesterday outweigh residual wonderment at tomorrow / The troubles of people who may be countries away slink over individual concerns.
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PrometheusBurning nails, the beginning of the end and black sails for the death of an invisible friend, / Tragic loss resulting from the magic catapulting from my fingertips. / Read my fiery lips:
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To a Canal BoatReturning son, his daughter at his side, / imagines now the men who once amassed / the limestone locks to straddle the canal,
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Ode to DirtI lived a childhood of dirt: / my beginning and end, my friend, my / frontier. Dirt was the reason why
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The Mustard FieldsWe all thought he would / Stay here forever, like / So many other lethargic
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DerelictionDarkened doorways to the outside, bright wide doorways to insides / My insides, spilled on the linoleum over the smell of oleander / I stare into your black cracked eyes with a loving smile
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Pop MythologyIf much of taste is olfactory / And smell my strongest sense / Then I am only remembering the bad taste in my mouth
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Adjust Your FeelersAn ant on the edge of a glass clings with microscopic acrobatics, / A thematic blood-curdling scream breaks my concentration. A dream’s / Manifestation, a masturbatory second-glance, a fiftieth
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RooibosMy palate makes the switch from heavy hops to rooibos, ignoring / The powerlines and harmonies and busy highways. / There’s a chill in my bones upon discovering something beautiful:
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