Brian Mayo Poems

The butt-wipe requires finesse
If it's to be deemed a success
One slip of the pinky,
Things quickly get stinky
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You arrived
like the promise of summer rain
and
for a short time
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Never toss your Playboys in an open fire pit
Stacks of dirty magazines don't burn-up worth a s***
Sift the ashes carefully or when the wind blows hard
Tiny, fleshy pictures flutter to the neighbor's yard.
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I made the wheel
You rolled your eyes

I saw the truth
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You never hear the awful tale of poor old Aunty Em’
Her story has as much appeal as flying-monkey phlegm
But Kansas ain't so pretty after twisters, you can bet
And “Happy Ever After” is a myth you best forget.
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A poem should growl
and pace.
It should
test
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Monolith, oh Monolith
I hope you’re here to stay.
Your glorious reality
Won’t let me turn away.
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“You’re the Devil, ain’t ya, mister? ”

He grinned. “What gave me away? ”
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I thought I knew the reason why
As I sadly killed a dragonfly
When rescue’d been my whole intent
His legs in sap like firm cement
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Glenda, The Good Witch: (condescending laugh) “You’ve always had the power to go back to Kansas…”

Dorothy: (dubious) “I have? ”
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