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 Dec 2017 alex
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bakers dozens of country miles
couldn't keep the drug out.
vinyl records and chalkboard elephants
gone with the wind.
with the run of a hand.

we never let the bread rise.
always kneading away,
putting out fires before they start
and missing the drought
in front of you.

the wind rattles my straw house,
so i feed the Wolf
to get some quiet.
Merry Christmas here's a sad poem
you could own a safe
with all the greatest
treasures in the world
locked inside but it’s
still not as great
as knowing the
combination.
 Dec 2017 alex
Mark Wanless
"Zipp Ippidy"


zipp ippidy bop be bop bop
no arrow in mind flies straighter
than laughter in children
we are all children
laugh
the big blue world is green and tan
from space i can see my face
white floating mist
kerouac kerouac crack crack
blood flows out from his lips
the sound a soul kissing itself
we are all soul
soul
dig deep dig deep dig deep its easy
there is no deep
ginsberg iceberg iceberg ginsberg
where are all the flying monkeys you
promised to deliver i got nothing
you want to   to     touch       my
love me i'm just a bad piano ivory tongue
straight from allen's mouth to jack's thighs and
visa-versa you're going to hell jack
no wait you're already in hell
koo koo ka choo choo be boop
 Dec 2017 alex
oni
happiness
 Dec 2017 alex
oni
you learned what happiness is
because you learned what love isnt
 Dec 2017 alex
oni
better?
 Dec 2017 alex
oni
"i love you
more
than they
loved you"

but do you
love her better?
 Dec 2017 alex
oni
when walking into
a house that is not yours
be cautious of
broken picture frames

you may cut yourself
on broken pieces
of someone elses past
 Dec 2017 alex
nadine shane
i am
a confusing person.

i may
love things
that i hate;

i may
hate things
that i love.

sometimes
i adore the sun setting
and i close my eyes
as the sun drapes itself
with dust and memories.

then
i despise the way
the sun rises
with false anticipation
for children chasing them,
desiring to touch
even a glint of gold
and sunlight.

but i try not to love
the way your crooked smile
makes everything look
endearing.

because
i am afraid
that i will soon learn
to hate it.
please do not make me adore you.
first thing in the morning,

I go to war with my clothes

bare knuckle boxing
with my shirts,
wrestling my pants,
hand to hand combat
with my socks,
ninja kicked my shoes
and I don’t even wanna
get into with my underwear

but when you’re 40 pounds overweight
and you can’t see your pecker anymore

putting your clothes on
is the hardest part
of the day

it’s all down hill from here
The struggles of getting fat and old.
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