green tree inside
city around burning
brown trunk bending
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Hydro Land Oddity
send shark teeth to float
away
i have always been swimming to
no[ ]way
tell the fish to breed
waves
and for anyone’s sake word-feed
Wales
break the coral reef stand in
way
you are riding the seahorse
backwards
i’ m climbing the seashore mountain to
Norway
let the parachuting priest dropp onto his
wage
I wish you every
silence
on your way to the
states
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(100 words = Ekatolexon) Pen House
Dark skin means too much cold, mother said, but I refused to move to Africa with them. Dada ate Mama. I stayed in my pen, locked forever. Next day I came out and swabbed the ink from the living squid I kept to feed my left wisdom tooth. I removed it with a blue napkin but it didn’t work. That’s when I called my mentor, “Come stay with me”. She told me, “I already have sons”. But I was a girl! And she knew! How ever on earth would a young snail like her turn to a full able-bodied leech?
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Laughter in my Womb
As I touch my tummy so tenderly, I escape
He placed his hand on mine
Asked I blush as mummy,
so perfectly out I space
She placed her hand on his
And I hear laughter from inside my ears
And I sense these thrills right down my veins
And I feel my rains coming
I am the season of the mud
I am a new earth
And I hear laughter from inside my mind
And I sense this strength all over my muscles
And I feel my arteries working
I transform
I am the reason of the laughter
I am the hearth
I am the season of the fire
red soil and water
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Robert James “Bobby” Fischer world citizen despite USA
Why, international chess master,
why all magistrate ingenuity wasted on a puzzling game?
What with the black king, what with the white,
what secret passion with the duo femme
on the board roaming upright?
Some pusillanimity, perhaps?
of guns on bruised shoulders?
of chemicals and tubes?
of mice in a maze?
Who made the choice for you, genius,
your dad? your mummy? a family doc?
a reputation-paedomorphic haste?
your neighbourly mentor?
You and your kin,
so many thousands of years accusing Napoleon
for fighting within self,
over and above trapeziums, against any polis,
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