sister prey

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oxalis
oxalis
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boring, gruff and unappreciative
cycles of crude passion, insensitivity, balking grotesqueness
squeezing the lemons, the breasts
milking women
reaping nourishment and abandonment glee

standing upon a toilet seat to change a light bulb,
standing on a toilet seat for the ceremony and ritualistic thrill
panty tugging, pretend rape

the wonder of simple square feet,
we pulled in, volley ball, golf, tease your caddy me
green, blue, black foam
kayaks, canoes, rowboats
ice, Popsicles, empty sugar cones
richer for the filling
let them host your juice,
screams,
tension,

~

a nightmarish introduction to day not uncommon-
Brother Bunny parts his robes
exposing only his front to mirror,
he admires his part

long evening ahead, ears tucked respectfully,
Resurrection Happy Hour:

bare bellied belles
vivify this ancient night
cocktails with olive umbrellas
no reasons for visiting the opium closet
besides curiosity,

some lay on their sides till next
Sunday palmly calmly yearning
respite from the medium long
coldly lonely wintry countryside
frozen streams this past frozen season
last cutters could not scratch

~

this 3rd polite awakening-
Bunny bears a whimsical cross
epic pretense,
Whiskers too twitchy,
too many light bulbs
between mirror facing mirror
smaller and smaller rippled
reasons for it, the massive imperfections
inside modern day glass

oxalis
oxalis
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annaswirlsannaswirlsover 6 years ago
but I did

I did forget that line of course I did. But not you

SeattleRainSeattleRainabout 20 years ago
roll away that stone, I hear hopping in there!

damn I will never forget this line

"long evening ahead, ears tucked respectfully,

Resurrection Happy Hour:"

you really are one of the word masters around here. We are lucky to have you.

YDDYDDabout 20 years ago
What? No child molesting nuns?

I enjoy your use of intense words and their placement in structure to build strong images.

Your poems are a worthwhile read even when your topic does not enrapture me.

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