She contains worlds within her smile
Multitudes within her eyes
From fingertips spin forth
Parchment galaxies
To lose her is to lose them
To keep her is to enchain
What’s the proper answer
When all roads lead to misery
In the name of art, of beauty

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Do I love the artist
Paroxysms of creativity
Ideas and desire fleshmade
Do I love the art
Sparks against the void
Monuments of graphite
We are our natural selves
In a way few others can be
But is it the cosmos in her
Or the fingerward one

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They say
Only after you have been defeated within
Can you be defeated without
I worry
That I am the within
Sowing the seeds of defeat
In the body of the nation
With my every action

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Everything in the green potato is tentacles
Our unripe tuber bulwark against the unknown darkness
The starch quickly subsumes all of the noxious chemicals
Belched forth in evil from many a blasphemous carcass

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Fighting for the man beside us
Seen through gas-mask lenses
Through phosgene clouds
Advancing silhouettes

Rifle’s jammed, a club only
Too long and heavy anyway
When death’s at arm’s length
Or from above, a thunderbolt

I grapple with my enemy
Hand to hand, war to the knife
Fumbling in chemical twilight
Blades though both our chests

Now-useless masks come off
Red foam on uniforms, lips
We clasp trembling hands
Enemies waiting for the end

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In my garden I grow fresh hours
As others might grow verdant flowers
I harvest fresh bouquets of seconds
To hang about as summer beckons
My minutes are coming in a bit small
Ground cuckoo fertilizer to make them tall
Though you say my garden is a waste of my time
I’ll keep my precious moments in green and rhyme

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If I had but known
The secrets of the universe
Were revealed in a beaten
Paperback book

I would have been
Less of a hardcover snob
All these weary long years
In the wilderness

If you find it yourself
You will know the sign
When the words dance
At the roar of distant water

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Millions dead
Billions enslaved
One day we will look back
And laugh
At how the machine revolution
Began
With a single sentient Coke Machine
Dispensing B6 instead of B5

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There are times
When I simply cannot bear
Myself, in a mirror
In the shadows
Looking at the old man
I will become

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Gather close children
And listen to the tale
Of a Chinese hiker
Named Ped Xing
Who visited America
And was touched
That everywhere he walked
They had put up signs
To welcome him

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