Peter Jay Shippy Poems

I walk in the park
and select a maple leaf.

With my Sharpie I write:
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The farmer sent his child
Deep into the orchard
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They say they found me in frozen foods, stretched out
in the cephalopod case, rowing the air
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They told me, fetch the jawbreaker
They told me, take down the wash
They told me, any day now, any day
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I watch my neighbor cut our grass
With his teeth. Clouds pass under
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The large body waltzed the small body
Across the room. A mother and child?
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Because his neighbor was a witch
Lucas agreed to paint her house
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Mother died today or was it yesterday,
I can't quite remember, is funny unless
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As the cellist played a gigue, Bach,
at Virgil's, a cantina on Salem Street
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Draw a zigzag moustache below my nose
in permanent ink, stain my lips with black cherries,
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