| Sweet Then Sour |
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We drank White Russians in a bar. Spiked foam was just a creamy toy to tinker with....
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| Cosmo's Sonnet |
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Saturdays under a bridge in Brooklyn
through summers that melted Coney Island Sundays...
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| Through Glass |
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| Here you want to put your fist through glass; want pieces of bone in traction deeper than wounds....
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| Not A Butterfly Dreaming |
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| for I have only a whimsy of flight, and if I were to alight on a blossom the pollen would make me sneeze.
Besides, I've seen my true dreamer....
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| Books in Bed |
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| Loving you and reading a book in bed --
I can't do both! The book
is so voluptuous, its pages
like 354 breasts beckoning....
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| Kolomoki Park |
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Sunlight hits the water like stars cast down to shatter into daylight...
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| Judy Beats the Blues |
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| Early that morning she uncovers mirrors, Shiva's over,
grieving should end. Judy's opera-loving
dearest Uncle Ben now dead...
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| Titty Bar |
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| Indigenous to the lair, feeding off smoke and a famished stare, she levitates, constricts....
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| Was It Rabbie Burns |
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Was it Rabbie Burns who said the devil came to a witches feast shaped like a big black dog?
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| Que Petite Sirah, Sirah |
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I hear what the guests say/ Big, dense, robust and rambling/ Where is his modesty?
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