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Mi-Young Choi (Korean, b. 1971, South Korea, based London, England) - Enlightenment, 2013, Paintings: Oil on Canvas

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City night. Georgia O’Keeffe (1926).

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The Taste of Cherry in This Heat

The shade of the day going down

And condensation pellets on a plastic glass

How I don’t have sunglasses

But everything already looks cooling

As shadows hint a wave of good evening

I am deciding to buy an ice cream

and a cherry

Soda so big it makes the sun ashamed

for working so hard (buck up, little star)

We all smiled and leaned on each other

Today,

Miming fan gestures,

Sticking out our tongue,

Making strangers laugh for what’s next

But street lights are late to work

Even they play hooky

In the Air Conditioning

And everything smells of automobiles

(exhaust, rubber, antifreeze)

New trimmed green grass is protesting

It was cut too soon

Threatening to turn into

It’s version of straw

The sweat on my forehead isn’t dry

But it’s almost over, promising sleep

And a more beautiful summer tomorrow

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Camptown Women don’t like The Poor

Their dresses suggest they shop at

Forever Entitled & I think they really began

To hate me when I loudly said Nashville

Is where good Americans go to come out

As Nazis

I look for a cigarette outdoors

They narc to the bartender I’m running

Out on the tab

They wave and sing song coo “Your back!?!”

As I apologize and make sure they have payment on file

I finish my National Martini Day prize

& as I leave they cat call in prefect US of A

Classism

I make them frown so hard

At my middle finger

Through their glass

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And I Always Cry at Endings

Don’t you, when The Queen misses

The flush draw that they have attempted

Since it was figured out a ball is round

I never play since I learned to spell

Close enough to get a watch when I have

A drink in the closet of 3 exits

How the rich lady frowns and I shrug

My shoulders at traffic, licking a wire

I know is off but she don’t, coveting magic

And a dust trail to me is a dusty trail to you

How we done it forever, while others

Hammer there has to be a “better” way

Tears again through my freckles

Snot in my mustache

7 hours till the stars come out

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The Three Pyramids of 8th Grade History

A whole page right there!

After Eisenhower but before Stagflation.

The intricacies of flying at Mach 2

On a jungle tree top.

“Listen kids, it is hard to live with yourself

If you think of them as people.

Rationalize it as listening posts that need

Delivery confirmation.”

Then the girl next to you said it

Drove her uncle insane.

The asshole stoner says his dad was

A decorated sniper.

Godzilla Yo Quiero Taco Bell Summer

Was what we called it, as some parents

Tested Shock & Awe wondering if

They were wasting their time.

But you always get the downlink,

They always kerosene the throttle,

You never close your eyes (you lie),

And always never know.

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On Your Second Trip to Disney World

Perhaps you will notice the gum on the sidewalk,

Which has somehow escaped the cleaning crew.

I remember my head just lolling, being pushed past

Flying elephants and spinning frogs.

I now get nausea at the sight of turkey legs.

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No one I have ever watched “Funny Games” with have liked it, but

I have enjoyed it in both German and English, and especially 

The version that mashed the 2 together, intercutting films separated

By ten years and 2 languages and little else.

I think I am in the minority.

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It’s very hard telling anyone I love them anymore,

Because I am not comfortable

With that lie. I have been in infatuation and in lust and insane before,

And have also lied a lot.

There is one that came close but I was probably lying to her as well,

And now I don’t like to lie. I don’t have many friends.

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Anyway, back at the Magic Kingdom maybe

You have arrived at Old Walt’s Haunted Mansion.

The fake tombstones are still the same (same great puns).

And the cars, like flimsy tilt-a-whirls made of black plastic,

Shake unevenly as you sit down and the lap restraints lock.

All I remember from the first time is screaming in terror as a two year old

At the holograms,

At the banquet with those dancing, rich ghosts that never die.

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On my birthday…

Sorry to here about the death of your dog,

Hit by a chicken truck in a fog.

He was weak & lean & slim

Walked him once when it was grim.

But when he barked, the sweetest sound,

Otherwise quite a forgettable hound.

But then that day, no shuttle burst.

Nothing else to declare the worst.

I got so mad, I could not weep.

I got so bored, I could not sleep.

Chewing on a cake of leather collar,

Almost punched my dipshit father.

But then the date flip soon began,

Spring time for an euthanasia fan.

So now we wait until next year,

Puppies sure are cheap round here.

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Breakfast of Truth

The bus boy is

More of a bus elder

Easily pushing 63 plates

Of Benedict towards 54 sets of teeth across

The counter top which is polished granite, with a large piece missing

But not a place is not set

Or occupied

(Now comes the turn)

Listen to the hash hit and sizzle

A voice through the pass yells “You’re a good woman!”

The man across the way wears

Your shirt, and his eyes,

Have the softness

Of knowing you have lost.

Better to tuck in the special,

Cause once in awhile,

Billboards don’t lie,

And the Everything omelette,

Really has everything…

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Well that’s what Insurance is for...

Cheapish beer and the hope

That some other damaged package

Will play Dougie Poole

Keep me for going and telling a cop

To put their service weapon in

Their soft palate & to pull the trigger

Out loud

One of those days wear ya feel ok

But know chuckle fucks wanna fight

I think I may leave in less then two years

And you can pickup the pieces, America

I don’t want to own “your” land,

Inspire “your workers”,

Or Invest in the future.

I renounce my birthright

Kill me or don’t

I can dance & you can’t...

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At The Round Corner Cantina

We too shall shimmer,

As all is well with smoke

Ash never falls in the summer.

The gahfahs are thin while

Snickers run deep.

High strung petty chirps carry the lunar sky.

Will those assuming homosexuality

Sit at my table, discussing

Their enlightened version of Grindr?

Will those assuming America,

Expect me to detail my floor plan,

Over drinks placed on credit?

Ohh this will pass,

Deep in sweet sweaty detox.

At least I had a cover for an hour.

A bar with teeth removal would be

My favorite bar,

For all this flaccid aggression would make me laugh.

Office girls and boys,

Mashing bloody gums,

Not actually hurting anyone but my appetite.

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Well that’s what Insurance is for...

Cheapish beer and the hope

That some other damaged package

Will play Dougie Poole

Keep me for going and telling a cop

To put their service weapon in

Their soft palate & to pull the trigger

Out loud

One of those days wear ya feel ok

But know chuckle fucks wanna fight

I think I may leave in less then two years

And you can pickup the pieces, America

I don’t want to own “your” land,

Inspire “your workers”,

Or Invest in the future.

I renounce my birthright

Kill me or don’t

I can dance & you can’t...

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Molly Shivers - Adoption, 2024 - Acrylic on canvas

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A New Expressway

Quickly I exit this city district at 5pm,

As the children don’t realize the songs

Of my middle school they mildly, ironically play

Just reminds me of my three dead friends & the fall of Baghdad.

May they party under palms there, too.

Inshallah.

Furthermore,

Can’t get much done 2 neighborhoods over either,

As people who own homes despise

Those that have no interest.

They’re charging up to hit me

With a Nissan Leaf.

Hopelessly, they will invest when Tehran falls.

Again, روز شاد (ruz shad).

I’ll get off in the middle with my new secret,

“Don’t tell what you know

& agree they have it figured out”.

Hand jive, feet jive—

Clown paint optional.

“So, he’s returned to giving the thumbs up

About everything”,

& a fake earnest smile.

It’s not that difficult.

All the people working hard at pretending

To be busy, never looking past a dance.

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The Burnt Up Toaster

No, this is not a stroke.

You forgot to clean out the crumb tray

So coils of filament thin glow,

Starting to cackle.

The countertop puffs but doesn’t ignite,

Turning a dark brown-black

Of a grizzly bear

Positive you’ll taste good with blueberries.

The great grey smoke hisses with current,

As the wall starts a more yellow fire,

Melting cord coverings &

The plug tries to turn around to see.

Don’t throw water on the machine,

Maybe hit it with a broom.

My word, this milk is cold.

And your porch door open to leave.