Heather FlowersForhan Poems

a kimono and a painted face,
delicate hands pouring tea and sake
with a draping sleeve, this
is what turns men on.
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Spiralling like DNA,
the infinite universe
spills coincidences upon humanity
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makes old men of trees:
fragile, hollow and bald
the scent of their swagger
brisk in the air
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The joker's fury
couldn't be contained
by a quiet movie theater.
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she birthed them, and now must nourish them
five mouths that mew their tiny hungers
ten eyes, ten ears and twenty paws
each tearing at her teats painfully
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Turned
like a fist
closed to the fingers,
I waited and watched
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thick, acrid, and psychedelic:
an emergence is felt,
butterflies tickling the brain
its pull magnetic
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is a drug
the pushers are made of paper
and veins are opened
when pen is brought to its breaking point,
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