Best Mache Poems

She has dandelion hair
and when the wind blows
I already have my wish

All the clouds were crying
as stars fell from her dress
her roots grew bird houses for hollow skeletons,
shells to hold shells to hold promises made.

Her skin was polaroid 
tanned stained sepia toned
broken boned and dancing.

Empty...

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For those who teach of dragons

No, don't be silly, it couldn't have moved.
Although, for a fraction of a second,
did one of the legs and the long spiked tail
seem to shift and relax,
then, again, frozen into place?

Working late at my desk this evening,
starting to see things,...

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