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Self-Portrait as an Oily Keyboard on my 2023 Macbook Pro
I hum under the velvet sheen of oil Splayed across my 78 matte black members Some keys sit distant, isolated for years, dormant but bright asdfjkl; purring as a tiger cub, Crouched to leap in to the Jungian Clacking like a curious baby duck through the leaves off the banks of the Susquehanna Ignoring the…
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“What Goes Around”
The doves clock in at Piazza San Morco for their morning shift Cats slit their eyes – eager to fatten She makes a promise, a pledge Winking at you on a moody piece of glass At noon the emperor emerges to sunbathe – nude The taste of burnt paella mingles with crisp, sizzling cold water…
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“Fug-ged-a-bou-dit”
Whoever made us laugh or cry Launch those bastards in to the sky Scrub away every memory That leaf that drifted from the tree… That settled on your pretty head Throw them with the rest under the bed Take away our moments together Lock them in the basement forever With tall walls to forestall Block…