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the illusion

...The illusion 

In a small park ringed by gloomy trees near where the factories used to be, was the bust of a man on a splint 
made of bronze, a mesen, she liked to use words like 
that in a despe...

Tinned Fish

...A little fish in a little coffin
i find my self indulging so often
burried in a sludge of oil and viniger
so much flavour packed into this small cylinder
i love the fishes in the ocean
but fishi...

the grocer dreamer

...The Grocer and Dreamer

The local grocer calls his shop
The best supermarket in town
Although his shop is small
He has big dreams, sells jam
tinned beans, bananas, lemon
and chocolate cakes
H...

Masqueraders

...Masqueraders
The YTC & Praise

Disguised in their ways
They came gnawing
At the peace of my heart
Leaving nothing
But a charade of turmoil... 

Imposters to my mind
Masked in garbs of shame...

sardines in olive oil

...Sardines in olive oil

A shop in Lisbon exclusively sold sardines
 this interested me since my Norwegian mother
had worked at a factory selling tinned sardines
I asked if they had sardines from ...

Non Labor Relations Day September 1st 2023 Poem

...Non labor (relations) day September 1st, 2023 poem

Aye dream of Genie (as a lad din)
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania -
keystone state abbreviated as Pea Yay,
this stupid non huge poem
deployed cou...

A Definite Bonehead Moment

...A definite bonehead moment

since revised when das scribe 
made laughing stock of himself 
(circa ~ 8:30 post meridiem 
December twenty eighth, 2022).

A retrospective account
revisited court...

Mother Zamia Tree

...A lot of really big trees had died to make that desk. His mother had probably gnawed them down, used her nails to saw the boards, and finished the decorative cutwork with her tongue.
...

How Glue Me On Lacking Sticktoitiveness

...How glue me: On lacking sticktoitiveness

Most of my iv + Lix spittle existence
found me figuratively
(primarily academically, emotionally,
psychologically, sexually, socially...) adrift,
and m...

Misquoted Childhood Apples

...When I grew up there was no such thing
as microwave or t.v dinner's they hadn't
even been inverted yet

Come 6 o'clock we had to gather round the
dinning room table for evening meals and
parent...

I'M Having a Fart Attack

...My cousin’s just earned his degree
He majored in fartology
Now he can impart
What foods make me fart
He’s obsessed by scatology


I confessed that beans give me wind
(It matters n...

Serendipity Soup

...Take a pot, heat it hot.
Scratch it dry.
Scrape up any brown, dry left-over bits.
Check the sides as well.
Sniff the seance of conjured smells.
Imbibe the well-up of wafting aromas.
OK, now, dr...

The Groceryshop

...The grocery/ wineshop 

Once when he lived in Faro (Portugal) and walking about
he came across a grocer shop that was new in 1950.
As window display a packet of washing powder, fossilized
the na...

Brisk Cold Winds of October

...The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds
and too gentle zephyr of mortality.
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.

My mind reels with the thrill of whiteout blinds
buffe...

Virus

...VIRUS

There’s a billion ways to die and those privileged enough to focus on one.
Slow down human race, there’s nowhere to run.

A lesson to be learnt for those who believed life was successful ...

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