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Sunning
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Your 23rd
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I�m Tired

Snowmen
Fall


Hunting
Salvation


Suspended
Animation


Riding with
Daedalus



 

of your fur balls.
the smell of sheer camouflage.
tired of dodging missiles from your tiara.

tired of Tobasco crop-dusting my coffee
gulping your porridge tangled with thorns.

you think you�re subtle. but you�re not.
i was dutiful my dear. i read the anthology.

i�m tired

of genuflecting. shopping your Wal-Mart.
chain smoking your gospel down to the butt
yellow digits rank lip-synching your mantra.

the unscabbed are ready to fly from the loo
mow the stalactites
in your subterranean bile.

I can�t suck your Winstons.
I can�t dine with mambas.
Kafka has no place in my re-morphed world.

the bat boy learned to shave.
the water boy lost his ladle.
and your virulent veil shrinks anorexic
beneath your rhinestone crown.


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First Place, Webstatic Poetry Contest, Second Half 2001
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