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Oh, who am I kidding.
Nobody wants to read poems
about airports or little robots
bent on world domination
or my tits.
Well, maybe my tits.
But only if I add a photo
and it still won’t be my poems
they’re interested in.
-Frankie Sachs
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Daddy
Twice her age
first man that took her
to the rodeo.
He loves his kids
and Jesus
saves and forgives.
-Frankie Sachs
(For S.)
Elephants, a Room with
Every word carefully considered a choice not a child and metaphorically speaking not at all. The patterns are there even when they’re not and causality coils serpentacularly in on itself, the columnar DNA of reality.
Next year the oceans will explode.
Fair and fascinating, my five-fingered friend, but what does that say about us? All of us here, awash in the boat and my god, there’s sharks all around.
Maybe you?
I want to lick
someone
nectar
stinging my tongue
salt
sweet
thick as brass
coarse honey
trembling meat
warm jelly quiver
pulse
beat
convulsion
tasting Communion.
-Frankie Sachs
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