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Michael Parish Oct 2014
A full entire elegy
Will be seasoned
And sold
Saving our
Souls from
The precursor whose cold.
Michael Parish Oct 2014
"When bell peppers shrink" he said!
When frozen fish flip like hamburgers he said again.  

In his face  she threw
The heaviest head of cabbage. The king of fresh cabbage.  

He left with a pruned up eye and the warning to make it home by five.
Nf
Michael Parish Oct 2014
She gave away a chance from heaven.  
**** a man and keep him humming
Was there a way to make him jealous
His mama wished he didn't love her.  
Only when their tear drops simmer.  
Did she know he had no lover.
Play these games until he's desperate.
Let him run and chase you to the door.
I only wish there was an angel.  
To tell me how I can prevail.
Let me know if life's a big joke
I can give up and take it all slow
Have you seen the age of wisdom
Tell them all it is a kingdom
Let boys play pool
Where the gals take home a prince.
I made a living picking up your garbage.  
And now I'm living like a pond **** frog
Wishing the moon will turn me handosome.
All I know is loneliness the bad sin.  
I can't fight your brand new lover
All I do is talk about ****.
Give live and I'll wake up sober
Pure my soul inside the broken glass
Give me all a leaf can signal
When it falls into a road block
Promise me love won't blow away.
How can ground come nearer
Tell me that I'm just a house away.
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Michael Parish Oct 2014
All the world
Like pop corn
Kernels
Bounced
Unable to
Escape the buttery
Lake of obesity.
Michael Parish Sep 2014
The old Murray island White House
Still coughs in her salt water grave.
Her ships are gone.
Her old wooden barnacles
Have no place in this day and age.
My mind grows tranquil and
Like a shore bird
I sill want the same old herring
Who danced like sailors all day.  
On top of the smooth green waters
They fell in love with this place.  
They stayed like salmon
Returning to their graves.  
So few are left now
Only the stubborn ones
Who never grow up
To leave their bay.
Michael Parish Sep 2014
Queen-  my years in the scattered pebbles.  Each weigh of my feet and hands get closer to the sand.  
So I will drown where was he laid.  
I see no more alive
I won't survive my life.  
So let me drift with this sea.
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