Singer Joy Poems

Lips slightly parted,
And inches away.
Eyes open, and so
Wet
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At peace with itself
Is the Lotus.

Inside the both of us,
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In a fire of skies
And a watery menagerie
Of impatience…
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It was gut-wrenching
(and God- how the cold made it worse) .
It tingled up my spine
(and returned and returned like a curse) .
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Sweet… very sweet.
Sickly, in fact, is what one could call her.
Freakish and foolish and funny in every way.
(why would I say something like that? Why would
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Your dough-hooks sound like a dying animal,
But mine are made of pure apricots.
Your contributions are considered trivial!
(and they’ll never understand how mine are just as minimal)
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Forget the inspiration that you once sold me on
Paper:
Meaningless as time to a clock, or rain to water
Vapor.
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Lose me inside
A hi-hat or ride,
Barely legible lyrics,
An insistent melody,
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