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If I give to you
what you've
given to me.
Then we
would be
millenniums
swallowed
in eternity.

To live forever
is nothing more
than a curse.
and to live forever
without you
would be
so much worse.
 Apr 2014 Andrea Rizzo
Coop Lee
shapeshifter, son drunk
& changing skins.
he digs up skeletons of a spanish battalion
buried
by tigers on the garden key.

suncresent
spray of blood & oranges.
new-fangled sailors once soaked
in madness.
now just starvation.

the viking speaks:
in limericks of new world poise.
his antler woven mask,
set nicely upon the shore.

seod, turtle lord
of space & time, appears only once
every lunar eclipse. bound by treatise
to the jellyfish triumvirate.
his acolyte,
bolivar t. shagnasty,
wanders the mainland in search of water
or meat of trees.

kindness
of men turns to dust & belly worms.
forgotten, the plants mutate
into root-rich empires
of fish & figurine.
million year armistice.

dr. samuel mudd,
shackled years to tide-slab &
fort jefferson. he
purifies the island of its yellow
shivering death.
hospital key.

fastforward hundred plus years
through mudd lifeline:
battle weary sneakers,
spokes sung by strum of card, the bmx
stridden boy & his
teenage mutant ninja turtle mask.
previously published in Whole Beast Rag
http://www.wholebeastrag.org/dry-tortuga-1869/
You say "I'm an open book",
But you're as closed as your eyes.
Trapped inside your sleepless slumber,
It came to me as no surprise.
 Apr 2014 Andrea Rizzo
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#2 (10w)
 Apr 2014 Andrea Rizzo
i
i tremendously
adore anything
and everything
that's bad
for me.
monday:
i saw your angel (or was it a
ghost?) walking to leo.
tuesday:
she won’t leave my bed and
i don’t know how to politely tell her to leave.
wednesday:
i ******* hate wednesdays.
thursday:
i bought you a drink at the bar and told
you my story about my summer
and you simply cried.
but all i could think about was the cranberry and
***** that was in your hand and i couldn’t help but
wonder if she liked that drink as well.
friday:
you sat next to me in chemistry and my professor
lectured about relationships and how chemistry
is the devil in jeans and a kanye t-shirt.
saturday:
i can’t sleep knowing you’re doing better than me
and your ghost won’t stop crying now.
sunday**:
i drove my car seven hundred and twenty miles
on the interstate hoping that she’d let go of my
neck.
power-kanye west

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