R. H. McBride Poems

In the glassworks and slide parade,
A craft fair of many feet,
Porcelain glow and rain rich red,
Midnight breath down my neck,
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Sun sky lights paw at the glass morning,
Your pillow sticks its tongue at me in your absence,
My phone throws colorful lies of schedule,
I should not awaken to electric castration.
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The church isn't allowed to sell pumpkins,
Those rebel-rousers with their shaved teeth
And copy-copy-copy-cat dogs,
I can tell the difference.
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Cross cup steam wonder
Sift through smoky eyes on my skin
Taste the eyelash's chocolate touch me
A cinnamon stick sex joint oh scream!
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