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sister mister fister sits on a bannister

her hand is but blister holding a canister:

an old transistor full of stinky bister;

she’s the faster foster fister sister

nearly polyhistor, expert at tongue twister,

explosive disaster, pastel plaster blaster,

now that’s a fast wrister for just a shipmaster;

can’t believe she missed her, can believe she kissed her.

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broken, repaired, remade in gold

soldered in war, cast to the fore;

as you well know fortune favors the bold,

never apologize for being born to be more –

seize what is yours by the power of your hand,

let them writhe and choke and struggle and implore;

if the writing on the wall is all they understand:

when is a jar not a jar? when they must adore.

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there is a distinct cellular sheen

to this photograph

an everyday, quiet, unremarkable scene;

a bland paragraphe.

and yet i cannot help but try to glean

through the riff raff

all of the things that could have been

on your behalf.

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don’t say the word, don’t say the name

it brings not luck, nor fear, nor shame

simply it has been given out to the wind

scattered in the rainbow of the clouds

for the Lady giveth and taketh the prouds

equally the saints and those who have sinned

do say the name, do say the word,

remember the voice of the blue bird.

…

the dirt inder your nails

killing is a cycle