Here are some more poems for your face (and yes the post title isn't very good, but come on, it's Father's Day, give me a break; I'm busy playing with my kids).
ps. I don't have any kids!!!
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Zelda began to read
the lines
of the newspaper
when her father
he falls
the length
of the glass
door
but his hips so old
devise
new ways
of smash
smash.
a brick and a body
my
flesh of two ton
steel
so she says the beginnings
of the day
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the king of the dogs
out growling
in their
cages
out white against the post
some
women who ride the bus
shake in the
back
with frost
and
it is us.
we are them
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to believe oh the saying
goes
in pirates
shooting of staple guns
the essence of
his love
is to be a large stone edifice
of
nothing
shriek
across the bay
about
about
all young men trawling coffee
trails into
their nightly apartments
and
smashing their lightbulbs with screwdrivers
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