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C H Watson Dec 2014
Gross exertion, infatuation
    Flagellating the root
Of embellished insecurity
    Begging for a meal of ashes

Early morning pain, infatuation
    A ****** companion's invective
Reminder of our unworthiness
    As we consort with teardrops

Inquisitor's interview, infatuation
    Smiling torture chamber
Turning idly in hand the implements
    That will extract the truth of our ugliness

Gravedigger's labor, infatuation
    Burying our faces in clenching fists
Knowing our hearts have finally done it
    And sold us out for a smile
Despite love's beauty, a crush can be quite painful. I named this poem in a miasma of self-pity on the subject, so I tried to make sure the title embodied that ugliness by being somewhat unsightly and awkward itself. Perhaps this was an artistic mistake, but I suspect I'll live. Thanks for reading!

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C H Watson Dec 2014
Her grass-stained bottom
Makes me wish I had been born
As the color green
Dedicated to a young woman at a picnic.

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C H Watson Dec 2014
Death alone survives
Love, that diseased old sadist
Twister of wet knives
Dedicated to Matsuo Bashō, master above masters.

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C H Watson Dec 2014
Were I a dead man,
Someone might notice the scent
Finally, a guest
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C H Watson Dec 2014
Look at her, midsection lines blazing

    Heaving prow swollen with glittering ion beams

Her aft sections tight and proud

    Bravely bolstering her posture as she surges into the fray

Battle joined, she calls the hunt with thunder

    Heralding fell sensors' unerring gaze

For none in the skies who've caught her eyes

    Have survived her deadly rays
This was a heavy cruiser spaceship and her captain in a story I never wrote.

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C H Watson Dec 2014
Let us play shogi
In our teahouse, we will watch
The hummingbirds feed
Dedicated to Ana Sophia

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