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The Good Pussy Jun 2017
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Mandy Rowe Nov 2014
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who are you?
a different you for everyone.
what’s really there?
i don’t think even you know.

i wake up, emotionless.
like falling, hips to a concrete floor.
like cold fingers through my hair.
everything is loud and frozen.

i shiver.
i remember how you smell
and realize it won’t ever be the same.
i thought i’d want to know your past, to know you.
i wish i’d never dove in
head first to the ice.

i don’t know if i can blame you
if you know what you’re doing
if you think about it.
i just know i’m hurt
and confused.

i thought i’d be safe
from the ground.
when the sky promised rainbows
it was really hiding thunder.

what’s the point?
2/2/14
no diminution in tiredness arose
gnome hatter how off tin ma dis bows
Zoe let his bot tee succumb,
     via mental application

     of autogenic phrases
     and/or counting crows
cuz upon awakening,
     aye immediately wanted ta doze,

thus this artful dodger hankered to expose
extreme cockamamy idea incumbent,
     where corporeal essence gets froze
zen, the scientific procedure named

     emergency preservation
     and resuscitation (EPR)
     more familiarly known
     as suspended animation

     pursuant under the appellation cryogenics,
     where living tissue no longer grows
old, a wishful yearning
     approximating immortality i sup hose,

yet this copacetic drowsy
     generic human struggled in vain
     trying with utmost effort to stay awake
     Swiss to hobnob among urbane

feeling helpless (fearing
     he might be narcoleptic),
     nonetheless aye didst train
intent concentration

     (and/or feeble exertion mustered)
     to swat away worrisome thought
     this hypochondriac,
     could be afflicted with mononucleosis

since lassitude less likely sprung
     from overcast and rain
knee skies, which type weather
     generally energies me
    
to conjure a quatrain
sometimes complex versus
     written straight away plain
panacea hit upon finally

     to ward off sleepiness,
     whereby literary endeavor
     boosted by a strong brew
namely fair trade

     manufactured coffee chew
zing among socially conscious entities,
     and hoping to do
some dollop of positivity

     without fanfare I eschew
to fulfill personal hue
man conscientious anonymous impact
     that some benefit will en sue.

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