Boxers

  I don’t know Why I like Boxer Shorts Maybe b’cos they are always Brilliant and even a little too sunny sometimes Or maybe I like the feel of cotton or satin Brushing against my hairy thighs Maybe I’m just Manny Or Rocky or the weather in the month Of May – that being a…

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Ethnic Harmony

How slippery is the black tea That slips out of a tea bag And loses her dark tone And how smooth Is the white milk that dissolves And loses herself, diluting color And how beautiful is a cup of tea Where black and white blend To one consistency – in one twirl of the spoon…

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Almost Crazy

Sometimes, our personalities Are borderline – when we come close to fate’s folly Only to erect barbed wired fences And mammoth walls, where in that boundary Bedlam or cuckooville is simply A gaze over palisades and partition wire When we become border patrol agents Stopping packed mules from crossing through When that fence between Mexico…

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