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chemical change, as it should be

I want to hold your hand,
my Michelle
and
Eleanor Rigby,
in a sea of green
in a yellow submarine
in strawberry fields forever
in a boat on a river
with tangerine trees
and marmalade skies
while I'm fixing a hole
where the rain gets in and
stops my mind from wandering
where it will go
from
Dear Prudence
to
mean Mr. Mustard
to
polyethylene Pam
who knew that
all you need is love,
and always
remembered
that in the end,
the love you take
is equal to
the love you make.

- John, Paul, George, Ringo, thc, and lsd....

Another fantastic combination of nouns.

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What creature really am I now?

In a week I tried to be almost like a goat;
Eating all leafy food.
And in a day, I tried to be like a vampire
Eating a half cook liver pork
I tried to become like those two creatures in one person

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Sunset

In afternoon, sun
becomes more precious, spare
near evening, as it falls
toward that spot, there

on the mountain. That far
spot, where trees thin
and shale shows through.

You can see the shape
of the world there
at the curving edge
of sky.

In the last moment
sagebrush burns
red. Then

stars. Pale
and countless
as dust

as ashes.

- Sharon Brogan

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Brother Gull

It is an ordinary death
for its time, family
in a clot

around the high, white
bed, gull at the window.
The man

on the bed sticks
and twigs, remnants
of pain.

He opens his hand,
lets mine go.
The gull

lifts from the sill
into the solid
wall of sky.

- Sharon Brogan

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Call For Submissions

Answering an arbitrary alphabetical advertisement
By boldly brandishing bombastically brilliant bytes
Can certainly comprise cacophonous caterwauling

(Desire deems derivable daunting dialectic deeds
Elastically expanding ego's ersatz erotic extremes
Fearless few find flawlessness flowing forth freely)

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Oranges

When one wakes in the night
despite sleeping pills, white
noise machines, orthopedic
pillows, and thinks of oranges

--such sweetness-- there it is,
that orange, floating brilliantly
in this dim room -- and all
the things that one must make sense

of -- Nehru jackets, bouffant
hairdos, threatening French
nails -- your attachment to top-
less bars, those artificial orbs,

that tooty fruity booze -- all
this demanding explication
in the swooney night with its
train whistles and sock-it-to-me

buzz, love, American style, the ed-
ification of this planet's turn to
darkness, the rebellious suicide
of the sun, the sweetness of

oranges -- where is Lawrence
of Arabia when you need him
to peel this open, to hand you,
one-by-one, these white-veined

crescents, dripping with light?

-Sharon Brogan

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The Blue Bed

I sleep on a high blue bed
between clouded mountains.
I am growing a new brain.
This one will be sparkly
and fine; it will float
in the fluid of compassion.

I sleep flanked by two fine
dogs on a high blue bed
between brushed green
cotton and purple flannel.
I am growing a new heart.
It will beat to the rhythm
of dreams.

Who is it that wakes in the
mornings on a high blue bed
in this bowl of thick cloud?
Is the waker fashioned from
this real, or this imagined,
world?

- Sharon Brogan

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Seeking Systematic Satisfaction?

Resist your reason; embrace entropy.

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Merry St. Distaff's Day and 2014

St. Distaff's Day
by Robert Herrick (1591=1674)

Partly work and partly play
You must on St. Distaff's Day:
From the plough soon free your team;
Then come home and fother them
If the maids a-spinning go
Burn the flax and fire the tow.
Bring in pails of water then,
Let the maids bewash the men.
Give St. Distaff all the right;
Then bid Christmas sport good night
And next morrow every one
To his own vocation

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Poetry to my ears...

THE LEAFS HAVE WON THE STANLEY CUP!!!
THE LEAFS HAVE WON THE STANLEY CUP!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!
THE LEAFS HAVE WON THE STANLEY CUP!!!

I hope to hear it my time

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