Short Canisters Poems

Tear gas canisters and rubber bullets
are hurled at their direction,
yet they rise again and again,
like anthills cropping out from earth.
The rains normally beat them, but keep
on rising and rising from the ground…...

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There are Jaipur vegetables
in my new home,
Craisins, clover honey,
and maybe twenty different teas.
Pastas, Clabber Girl,
Real Mayonnaise and Agave Nectar;
things with names like
Kashi and Bumble Bar,
with canisters of cocoa, coffee
and Whole Foods Shake
vanilla flavored,
Green Vibrance (what is that?)
and Whey Protein Powder
also flavored vanilla.
But there is no vanilla,
and I'm searching for love. 


Something written a year ago that I recently stumbled back upon....

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