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Rose Waterstone

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Lamentationstation

Why can’t I write for him? He’s the sparkle in my eye, the tingle in my guts, and the tickle in my nuts. He’s the icing on my cake, good for goodness sake, the smile I just can’t fake. He makes my blue sky, my pink rosy, and my yellow sunshine. Yet I can’t write for him, like I can write for others. He is the pickle in my pants, the twinkle in my toes, the glowy glow that shows. He’s the ultimate expression, an essential digression, a valuable lesson. He’s the one, yet I can’t write for him. The stiletto on my shoe penetrates the lawn and sinks me,

Dictator's Decor, (or An Ode to Bad Taste) By Joseph Stalin.

Dictator's Decor, (or An Ode to Bad Taste) By Joseph Stalin. Dear Adolf; it seems to me, as I ponder policy that you've disturbed my legacy with your cult of personality. Concentration camps may be The horror of your history, But there is more that bothers me ' Your bad taste in upholstery! As Russia's greatest chief, I am led to the belief - The Fuhrer goes against cahoots By threatening our style repute. Reputation blown to pieces, With your sense of style defeatist Adolf's army in fatigue, Supports the anti-fashion league. The grey of Nazism overrides

Scatter, Collect

I need to spend some time alone, to gather thoughts and scatter cushions.

As I Sit

Poem written while attempting to write an essay on Absurdist playwrights, despite being sick as a dog.

You loved me then

You loved me then, what changed? Was it the innocence of youth, Embracing of the new, The new arms who held you, the young hands that felt their way? You loved my smile, my laugh, It opened up a path for you, a path you said you'd follow,

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