Submission Poem by Antonio Liao
Submission
dried like cakes in the oven,
taste like candies that chuckle my the teeth,
oh! between lips the color, sweeten
the odor
goggle my fingers tip, as the eyes
twist to dance, like a nose started to tell
in a tardy choke of pocket fool
resist wait no glory, as the thirst
hold no truth, for
a little drop of moist
savor the clouds of rain
kissing the ground is sensing
our birth...
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