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Dawnstar
Poems
Jul 2021
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The flat island floods
for want of a ****;
the land turns to mud,
the landsman alike;
cursing the robin,
the jay and the shrike.
There's room in the mushroom
for twice your old rent;
ask any peddler
what money they've spent;
odds are they collect it,
but you are exempt.
Black vacuum accumes
our ten thousand joys,
and now I may know
why girls might shun boys;
ogling their neighbor
with pittance and noise.
Such trebling rancor
encircles the world,
and now I may know
why boys might fear girls;
forsaking upbringing
for glamor and pearls.
The wails of the weekend
have reached their apex,
and now they may know
why I chase the ibex;
stifling a fever
with cherries and ***.
Written by
Dawnstar
out of the blue
(out of the blue)
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