Daniel Y. Poems

Thought peculiar that
brother's smear
(which smelled like him
but did not move,
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My name is receptacle.
I have an education:
I know how to hold things,
and throw them away.
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I used to know a thing or two, back when things were simple.
I used to know a thing at all, but now the mind is cripple.
We used to stand on solid ground, but now it shifts beneath our feet.
We used to say that cold was here, and now we say it’s heat.
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Cursing on a hot, hot day
when rocks have stubbed thy feet
the heat have stuck like rubber glove
and robbed thee of thy sleep.
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Something there is that hates a shoe,
that splits the fib'rous ends in two;
and tends to wear the precious tread,
and makes the runners running-dead.
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The penny jar grew and grew
as copper filled its belly.
Occasional silver chanced the sea
but was soon effaced by lincoln.
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Let us see, let us see
tell us, dear, of bad poetry.

Like thus, they simile.
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unblinking mathematical lenses
a brain with twice eyes without lids
performing uncomputable operations
the surrealist completes their supertasks
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Some people live like
life is a court
and they don't see the lines
because they're just painted on
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Your warm hug
squeezed out my emotions
like toothpaste.
The gentle brush
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