The Pile of Write

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I miss New Orleans like a lover claimed by hurricanesd sea. But, when I sleep I dream I dance I up I down Marigny.

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Hello Goodbye

Some women are born with eyes in the back of their head; that was where my gram kept her heart. She loved you most when she was walking away.

She was fearless of #finifugal, a phantom, a slow flow to fade. She loved to love; she just hated to stay.

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Dinner for 7

A King has no time for deipnophobic

There are many meals to eat           (The Spaniard liked fresh lampron) & maids to greet          (The Witch had hind at Hampton) wives to be had          (The Rose ate from his own dish) & wives to behead          (The German ate salted fish) some for breakfast          (The Child loved her sweet jelly) & others for bed          (The Widow ate pork belly)

And, with every meal they ate an ordered side of heir looms Too oft replied by empty plate Creating the hangriest of grooms

So beware all ye ladies If the king comes to call unless you have two necks answer not at all

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Justice Ginsburg’s Umbrella

so much depends upon 

an open umbrella

held aloft against rain 

between equal hands

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The Irish Goodbye of Jack O’ Lantern

My favorite squash #absquatulated Not sure how he knew That I had planned a ghastly fate To carve him into ghoul 

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Bibliobereft

Burglary, caper, #biblioclept  Into my house you crept! Pillage, pinch, heist, hook; Plundered thru my reading nook! Robbers, filchers, thieves, crooks; Stole my papers & my books! They even stole my dog named Morris; All they left was a damned thesaurus!

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My dog is named for Tantalus. Her appetite never sating. 9/10 when you look at her, She‘ll be a ruminating.

Often called The Gazing Goat, she’s just downright a glutton. Wary of her pleading groke. She’ll eye fuck for some mutton.

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Psalm in Gilead

There is no balm in Gilead, To repair the wounded hole; Their yeast will not leaven, They can not raise a roll. Nolite te Bastardes Carborundorum, Her needing from the past. Their gristmill keeps grinding Our chiliad sins by caste.

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Resume II

Gin persuades you; Whiskey is fast; Rum saves you; ‘Cause #therapy doesn’t last. Mushrooms aren’t lawful; Ecstasy requires raves; Pot smells awful; Fuck it; let’s misbehave!

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The Sibyl of Cumae

I carried rescue In my hand for one quick moment It wasn’t sand I saw the world And wrestled with infinity

My Pyrrhic victory the tedium of eternity I lost my sand of time became this granular complaint this iota of augury a discarded prophecy a mote; an agony; a taint

Destroy my hourglass Remember me not What once was fair Now is wrought

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Procne & Philomela

Unseen whispers the vestigial remains of brutal threaded story trapped in Philomela’s skeins

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Strange Scent

Synaesthetic is bad Macrosmatic is worse The two of them together is a god damn curse

Your sadness smells like lollipops & sighs of summer shandy Your laughter smells of pistachios & chortles - cotton candy

I know so much of you To you I don’t exist Yet every lil’ breeze that blew sent your pungent kiss

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A Serendipitous sesquipedalian, an Episcopalian mammalian, caught playing Pygmalion made the cuckolds coo, “Let me demonstrate defenestrate!” And, out the window flew. For in every wronged cuckold a foul Cicisbeo is grew!

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Moonday

I defy the sun; I will not go where he alights I page, page forth the dying of the lights

Widdershins wandering To chase magic moons Dark magic pondering Vocabulary in runes

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alexithymia

I sing Song of Myself; The unknown words I hum. For when it comes to feelings, I am suddenly struck dumb.

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I, Being Born a Woman Self Possessed (Sonnet DCLXVI)

I, being born a woman self possessed With all the seeds and potions of my kind, Will purged by my soliloquy do bind Your person bare, and feel a certain jest To bully your body's fate unto my wrest: So surely is your doom of life resigned, Still the pulse and shroud the mind, And leave you once again undone, declined. Think on this fair punishment for treason To send clout blood against your flagging brain, You shall be remembered with just disseisin My scorn without pity, —let me make it plain: I find your years too lengthy a season And, aim to shear your reign

Inspired by I, Being born a Woman and Distressed by Edna St. Vincent Millay - 1892-1950

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Pandiculation

Open up the Bacchanal wine Meet mid night with jubilation For empty is the goat god’s shrine Nymphs practice pandiculation The satyr gambols through his pine Sated by adulation From now on he’ll be Twain not Twine His death was exaggeration