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Hey Poetrysoup Folks-

I picked "cinqku" because I don't know 
what form that is, and I'm too lazy to
look it up; but if you've ever read any
of my poetry you should know I don't
want to lead anyone down a particular
path, but just that you read into what
you want to read into. However, 
comments are left open to release,
and it seems PoetrySoup has an in 
and an outside crowd. As Groucho
Marx once said (maybe a paraphrase)
"I wouldn't want to be a member of
a club that would want me as a 
member." 

So, with my last poem I stated about
paying my bill. So I have settled what
I owe, but I do leave a big tip, and if
you are wise you will follow, Maureen
McGreavy is the best TASTE out of
this pot. 

For you bible pushers and preachers, "In
the beginning was the WORD." Choose 
your words wisely. That verbal stone you
skipped might just hit you in the arse. 

My wife has often said, "Why is the F word
the first thing out your mouth when you were
class scholar and magna cum laude?" F them.

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Going Shakespeare On You

where 
art thou

i give 
my heart

to thee
for thou

are
art

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Impromptu

my muse
went on
a cruise ship
vacation
leaving me
alone

right
now aft
or port
she is
dancing
on some deck

as i am
playing solitaire
on my cell
phone
not even
real cards

i miss
the texture
not new
nor worn
cards
finger familiar

like touching
her thigh
a foreplay
game
how can i
lose
against myself

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Su She

her brown skinned
body laying atop a
table top covered
by a white table
cloth but she is

naked yet dressed
as a buffet with 
delights to eat
placed like plates 
for to be self served

my finger tips imitate
chop sticks to take
the taste of her now 
noodle hair with 
seaweed eye brows

following further down
her cuisine figurine
fingering disoriented
flavors and spices 
sipping the saki shot

puddling her bellybutton
pairing with her pear
hips where sit not fig
greens but the earthy
shiso leaves that by

uncovering these find
two slices of raw tuna
sashimi dripping blow
fish soup the deadly
delicacy i immediately

drink licking her bowl
clean liking her sticky
rice inner thighs i
find no longer fingers
but my tongue turning

over the table now 
able to smell pickled
ginger and inhaling
the heat of
wasabi

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Perro

the chihauhau
dances with
the piano
leg

it must be
a tango see the 
rose between his 
teeth

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Plumbing

my spigot
is dripping

slide on an
O ring to

tighten 
the fixture

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Impromptu

i need
not look
at photographs
to see you

you are
who i see
deeper than
my very being

no stars
to follow
as my soul
migrates closer

spinning
opposite poles
out of control compass
compassionate madness

i've wrecked
upon a shore
sure as i've never
seen before but in dreams

yet
in one
photo it seems
behind you is a coconut tree

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Impromptu

her hair
hanging
dangling down
to touch
my chest

looking up
i see
a blue sky
cloudless
hopeless

is she 
leaning
over me
breathing
into me

trying to inspire
one last poem
cpr requires
pinching
the noise

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Impromptu

amused
by my muse
never having
even seen
snow

she saw
in photos
but never having
ever
felt

feeling
deprived of one
of life's wonders
her starving mind
wanders

i tell her
facts about flakes
never having
ever 
one the same

then throwing 
snow soft 
to shape
but hard 
to take

shaping men
and women
snow people
frozen
memories

but
I've said too much
no sense of touch
all this knowledge
falling in flurries

but my muse has
a bucket list 
snow drifts
across her
paper

she starts
waving her arms
wanting more words
for me to extend knowledge
for her lexicon of snow blizzardly blurred

with her feet on the ground not able to fly
knowing not now how strange
to explain to her that she
has opened wings
of a snow
angel

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Dealership

she said
sleep
i thought
she said
jeep

so i
took her
for a test
drive
and

found
a few
gears
tight so
might

grease
them some
then give
another
hum

but
now i find
her body
paint was
just

cream
so i'm
enjoying
the ride
trying

to decide
should i
or could
i check
another

chassis
no she's
classy
and
i

know my
wheels are
spinning so
why would
i

even
think of
another make
or model since she
is such a take me for a spin

off
the lot
she's a pleasure
to sit in her seat and
take home but not own