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Saturn Solstice e, Skyline Solace
Let the sun burn me in its rays If such light produces the most citrus of fruit And in my fruitful pain I’ll slice the pit in two As our stares become edible fruit
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Muse
narcissus was beautiful—the very definition of it the gods spent ages on his eyes alone where nymphs would stop and stare; as they’ve never seen a mélange so blue but when your face reddens head tilted, cheveux noués you so deathly define “muse” there i know, if the gods spent ages on narcissus they spent…
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If I May
My body no longer yields to me where in shut eyes I still strain seeking to sleep not hearing a whisper hypnotized Each cavity in my skin is filled by dated cotton, threaded in sealed youth My body falls numb as its limbs sizzles, sinks into the future It’s too loud In my search for…
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Food Carts: The Great American Threat
The fire spreads across the hearts of the ones who haven’t seen—but heard. The smoke constricts the minds of those who breathe in—with no exhale. “SHAWARMA FOR STEVEN” Halal food carts, an American craze in our post 9/11 world. Steel, aluminum, gunpowI mean, rubber, and pure ingenuity. Food carts bring foreign tastes to the people…