Announcement:
— Beware —
Fierce beauty is on the loose!
You may come across it on your way to work,
on a walk,
on a trip to the grocery store.
No place is safe!
Your neighbor, a coworker,
— even a random stranger —
may be in possession of it.
There is no telling who it might be!
Should you encounter said beauty,
— this is a warning! —
if you drink it in with your eyes
and allow it into your soul,
it will eviscerate you,
— I repeat —
complete annihilation of the soul.
Tell-tale symptoms include
a deep, burning sensation that seems to linger forever.
Stay on the lookout!
That is all.
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Watch Out!
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Caught between land and sea
I spend my days on the beach
scooping out the sand-sludge
as the waves splay and flood
glimpsing the chest
yearning to unveil its treasureX Marks the Spot
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It’s a nice day
for a latte
and a wrecking ball
Inner beauty can’t be seen
but words kill
So powerful
they cast a spell
of utter destruction
inside my chest
What once was buildings
is now just sky
with little clouds
and little birds, chirpingContents May Be Hot
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In my youth, I was pretty —
my skin so smooth.
Then I got used —
stretched out —
I was clingy —
A cover for others' purposes.
Now I’m wrinkled and frumpy
and no one is interested in me.
At least I fulfilled my destiny.Que Saran, Saran
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Love is in my mouth —
on its roof —
like a seldom used broiler
now stuck on.
My breath runs hot —
like a quiet dragon
huffing to itself.
Will I ever express
the burning word? —
or maybe it is just
a gentle kiss.Acquired Taste
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After all that therapy, I can finally stand to see myself. My horns shine, regrown from when I filed them down. My tail twitches, untucked from between my legs. My hooves tap, unshod à la Shoeless Joe, how apropos. My bed blazes made all ready for when I lie down in it.
Oh, you Devil!
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I have spent my whole life developing a theory justifying living untheoretically.
Self-contradiction
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A favorite item can’t be replaced.
The cup I was —
I liked to drink out of —
is broken now.
Was it my fault?
Was it my faults? —
the fault lines that make it
so easy to break?
No!
In defiance...
No!
In love... with, of, for myself
In the fire,
I bleed gold
and heal.
Resplendent!
My faults
No!
My spangles
My SelfKintsugi
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A supersaturated atmosphere of raw energy envelops us, creating a million potential tributaries. Any lucky one elucidates its burning connection up to heaven, rightly, quaintly, evoking God.
Lightning Bolts
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You delighted me proclaiming you were making them It was the best thing I had ever heard of You asked for sugar I gave you salt Thus, my first taste of heaven was horror Oh, Karma Still the best thing I imagine Just a little care on my part the missing ingredient
Plum Dumplings
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