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For two days my stomach
Tumbled, over and over again,
So I stayed indoors, and watched
"The Walking Dead"
Reanimated, halfway between
Life and death,
My temples throbbed, and,
When the sleeplessness abated,
Fidgeting and nausea
Wormed its' way in.

You said I had cartoonish eyes,
Did you mean I looked
Two dimensional, like
A piece of art?
The Mona Lisa perhaps?
Without a doubt, there was a smile,
If you looked long enough,
At the right angle,
In the correct light,
Rising from the dead.

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The moon in my teacup.

Gazing up at me,
The moon, in my teacup,
Drowning in front of my eyes,
One tip and it becomes a crescent,
Then, a whole moon again,
Trembling as my lips hover above,
The great creator!
Left, trapped in a weathered hide,
Clinging to the sides,
Stale, pale, milky moon,
Now long forgotten
In my teacup.



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Walking Away

My feet roam the ribbon road,
As laden as my heart, of lead
Horses on the carousel, go around
And around inside my head
Mulish crows with malevolent eyes
Indifferent to my agitation,
Extend their wings, they kaw
And show me no consideration.

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Lamenting your departure,
The cherry blossom
Distracts me briefly.

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Atrophy

The sunflower
Died a slow death
Gasping for breath
It's throat slit

Yellow blades
Rusted, pointless
Powerless to pierce the
Blistered black heart 

Pursuing the brightest star
From west to east
East to west
Craving to bask in its warmth

A Lavendar sky
Bleeds ruby red
A blazing fire, smothered
The frantic crows scatter
Like windblown ashes

The candle extinguished
It is noticeable, how
The curl of gloom
Tastes of vanilla
 
Forsaken once more
As the first snowflake falls
From the starless vault
No rhyme nor reason

A delicate white fleck
So vulnerable
It diminishes at any token
Of warmth.

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