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Shovel Her Stoop

Forget snowstorms
And wind chills

I want Summer
In my hemisphere
This Valentine’s

A flirty girl
With strappy shoes
And silver toe rings
To boot

Soft soles
At the foot
Of a warm bed
To soothe

A see-through
Sundress
To remove

Before I shovel
Her stoop

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In Session

There’s no harm
Looking at her
Boots in session

But my
Cognitive
Behavioral
Therapist

Reserves the right
To charge me extra
For staring

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Inter-coarse

If you write
about doing it
all the time,
you’re probably
not doing it
right now.

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Language Games

Poetry is
everywhere
today except
in Poetry

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Breakup Song (Remix)

Tell me everything is alright.
Tell me everything is all right.
Tell me everything is alt-right.
Tell me I don’t look fat in these jeans.
Tell me I’m the one that got away.

Tell me I was your thirst.
Tell me this world wasn’t meant for one as beautiful as me.
Tell me you think of me when you hum.
Tell me my hands are bigger than the president’s.
Tell me I donate enough to hurricane relief funds.

Tell me you bought my book and the shipping was free.
Tell me I’m a white boy from the suburbs what do I know about “suffering.”
Tell me everything will be OK.
Tell me everything will be okay.
Tell me size more or less matters.

Tell me God is binge-watching us.
Tell me you never faked the news.
Tell me I’m more than a hound dog.
Tell me my poem is lovelier than a tree.
Tell me no man is a peninsula.

Tell me the meaning of strife.
Tell me everybody dies in the end.
Tell me there’s someone for everyone to disappoint.
Tell me it’s “lie down” not “lay down.”
Tell me nice guys let the girl finish first.

Tell me what will be will be no more.
Tell me if I liked it then I should’ve put a finger on it.
Tell me he doesn’t taste the same as me.
Tell me your name.
Again.

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Breakup Song

Tell me everything is alright.
Tell me everything is all right.
Tell me everything is alt right.
Tell me I don’t look fat in these jeans.
Tell me I’m the one that got away.
Tell me this world wasn’t meant for one as beautiful as me.
Tell me I’m on your mind when you come.
Tell me my hands are bigger than the president’s.
Tell me I donate enough to hurricane relief funds.
Tell me you bought my book and the shipping was free.
Tell me I’m a white boy from the suburbs what do I know about “suffering.”
Tell me everything will be O.K.
Tell me everything will be OK.
Tell me everything will be okay.
Tell me I’m more than a hound dog.
Tell me my poem is lovelier than a tree.
Tell me you think of me when you come.
Tell me everybody dies in the end.
Tell me I’m not alone in this world.
Tell me I’ve no longer got you babe.
Tell me what will be will be no more.
Tell me I’m no longer allergic to milk.
Tell me he doesn’t taste the same as me.

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blog off

I have nothing to say
Nothing     to         say  I      have
To             sayI                have     nothing
Have             nothing        I            to    say
To have           nothing        I say
Nothing   Ihavetosay
Say     nothing I        have                    to
Have I                nothing to            say
To nothing               I   have              say
Nothing to say I          have
I       have   tosay         nothing
I say to have nothing
Nothing          to have           I      say
To           have nothing               I         say
Have       nothing    I say       to
Have                  I             to         say           nothing
Nothing speaks to me

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