Long Chapping Poems

 You 
You squeeze my organs until they're ponds of drying mud
You steal my sight and leave me helpless without
You gnaw at my lips with the force of desert winds, chapping 
You hollow my legs...

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Still, in my pajamas, cold, ‘tis Winter.
Purple and gray wool socks, and still, cold feet.
Yet i’d walk down into the oaks, with sun’s
light be soaked, at the Summer-plumed heartbeat.

Into the glowing moss and down the...

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Pushing back the snow,
the barn door slowly opens
against the drifts.

Inside smells are rich and warm.
Hay and straw and animals mix 
sparking memories of a long ago stable. 

The tarp is heavy,
but uncovers a shiny red...

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Two pairs of pants, three pairs of socks, a pair of boots.
Welcome to winter.
Snow pants make me look fat, I will not wear them.
My hoodie is not warm enough; my face is all red.
Welcome to...

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If desire crests from craven heart
On my duplicitous eyes won't chart
With clever guise will deliver Cupid's dart
From ducts, drain silt that lust does cart
Only sentient strain from dilated pupils impart
Through mind's eye, residual glare will...

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Miss First January canoed from the clouds
And anchored right beside Mr. Midnight
Red flower on the right, a book on the left
Traveling bag strapped on her back

Balancing a steaming pot on the head	
A pen in front...

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I need spring!
I want some spring!
I want it now So I can sing.

My lips are frozen From Winter’s ice;
Being frozen is just not nice.
Why in my yard, are frozen mice!

I’ll have to bury them right...

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