Rock
As the coal train screeches by,
I think of the dust
from which they died,
their oxygen tanks
only a palliative,
their suffocation
normal and expected,
the inherent risk of a
transitory prosperity.
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Poetry
Eaten By An Immigrant
A Whimsical Ode to Missing Animals Everywhere Hello, I am Felix golly gee Heaven is oh so heavenly my soul
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“Birthday Party At My House (If I Had a House)”
Couldn’t remember the day he was born So he couldn’t blame others for not knowing Except there weren’t any others
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Songs of Lancashire
One day, out of somewhere, someone like you, Over the rainbow, a whiter shade of pale, at last, A Wigan
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The Temple
no one is born in the temple who gives birth to the temple with his mouth? who gives birth to
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Transitions
My kitchen is blessed with fruity scents of Ethiopian Oromia, the welcoming traces of Chinatown Coffee Company, that quick but
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Small Town
So you think our small town’s
so damn pretty
while you get on your soapbox
‘bout crime in the city.
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