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 Dec 2015 Mike Essig
Gaffer
Okay Jeff what have you brought in today.
Today Mary I’m going to show you the super juicer.
That’s a big one Jeff.
It sure is Mary, total satisfaction guaranteed.
What does it do Jeff.
Take this banana Mary, place it in the juicer.
What about the melons Jeff.
They’re a handful Mary, watch this.
My god Jeff, what a device.
See how it came there Mary.
Right Jeff, what can it do with pears.
Well Mary, I place the cream on the pears, what do you get.
Ecstasy Jeff, that hits the spot.
Now Mary, you may think this is just a juicer, but try it in this position.
My god Jeff.
Did it hit the spot Mary.
Did it ever.
What would you pay for a juicer like this Mary.
I would pay the earth Jeff.
Also Mary, there are three different speeds.
My god Jeff, horizontal, semi squat, and comatose.
Can you afford not to buy this Mary.
I can’t Jeff, it’s mine.
Mary, Mary come back, you can’t take it home with you
 Dec 2015 Mike Essig
PrttyBrd
There is a light
In that light, there is clarity
With clarity, one can see
The error of their ways
The truth of who they are
Their deepest desires
With clarity
One can become
Who they were always meant to be
One only has to open their eyes
To see
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 Dec 2015 Mike Essig
A Lopez
Wore me à charm
On my necklace
And the charm
Was my heart.

Wore me a scar
On my necks
Kiss
Wore my sleeve
As my heart.
                       Wore my eyes on my backside, they broke as many sun's. I wore this hurt as a beautiful thing, for the one whos now noone .
A lost castle
In Galway called Lynch's,
Long lost
Its princesses and princes;
The blood took its chances
On foreign Romances,
Now Lynches
Spread over the globe.
Doesn't follow true limerick style, but somehow it works.
Sidebar: Che Guevera's last name was Lynch. I believe his mother or grandmother was from Galway, and he went by Lynch til he became Che.
 Dec 2015 Mike Essig
ThePoet
We reminisce

each passing year

and forget what

is already here

We only live the

moments and await

for another sad

and nostalgic state

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The song

Full of the sounds of ancient wise men ..!

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Drifting
Dissolving into

...

Boots on the Ground

!!!

Tiny toy soldiers



We are so scarcely human

Fornicating


With images of celebrity

With dreams

Known only to ourselves

••


Broken poems

!!!!!

We died so many years ago


We praise the ghost writers


Who try to make our doom seem heroic

;:;

Ourselves

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Foolish corpse like images


Hoping

Luke Skywalker

Returns

And saves us


From the comic book

Into which

winds  have carried us

Unto this endless shame

Drifting

Drifting
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