Category: Poetry
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Banks’ Rose
I was at a river of chocolateThere she was, Banks’ Rosethousands upon thousandstiny bouquets dangling like wind-chimesfleeting, fragile, delicate. I stand with her at a T-junction,where time standsstretching thininvisible. She’ll soon dieBut I’ll be here,waiting for the rose and her fragrant, soft petalslingering around just enough to be solovable, magical, fantastical.
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Ode to the Octopus
Eight limbsShe’s not simply crawlingShe is the Kraken that watches the waterlike she’s got eight eyes,circling her universefor every lump, every bump, every slit, every crack. So watch out when she comesshe is the Medusa of the seapivoting, sucking on her preywrapping enemies into her wombdrowning them in ink so black they’d wonderif it were…
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Juniper for Jupyter
My mind is stuffed, likea holiday turkey, full of breadand celery and spicesof a lifeTwo scores, and then some So forgive the mind, if it takesColdplay for Cold StoneJuniper for Jupyter Though I’ve wondered, Has it figured out the shortest pathto reach the deepest corner,the oldest door isloosely coupledwith iambs and rhymesheuristicallyapproximatelyprobabilistically Once upon a…
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