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 May 2018 Antonyme
Harry Gione
Simple pleasures
The simpler the better
Simple like your bare arms
They're strong and look it
I longed for purity
And you held me up with them
I could get cavities from this love
No added preservatives
Just
Soft
Fattening
Slow
Lovely
Love

Its all we need
 May 2018 Antonyme
Path Humble
put all the words
in the world
in my two hands,
each a microscopic dot
of near invisible,
teeming, heaping,
ricochet intersecting
colliding,
cell splendid splitting
leaping,
until they,
wordlessly forming
a sign inquiring,
in neon flashing:

“What did I demand of them?”

”New combinations,” my reply.

how we
laughed together...
as they procreated
My Happy Request
 May 2018 Antonyme
Harry Gione
not all poems are deep
some are tiny khoi ponds
of bubbles that pop on our brains
and leak out of our ears
and drip blotchy squiggles on our pages
brain drops
as brains are used to float away
not just to think
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