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  • Youth

    Multicolor Dinosaur
    Muddy footprints
    White Band-aids

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    National Poetry Month - Scavenger Hunt - MoonCatBlue aka AnvilsandEdelWeiss aka Leah aka 'the throwdown in April' - No. 1 - That is the only time I am writing that, from here on out I am using numbers and you will just have to guess what they mean.

  • For the Bugs

    Butterflies are always in denial that they are bugs
    Just moths in silken-ware
    Somehow able to rise above the leeching, the wasps
    the hive, the cockroaches
    the eggs that hatch
    inside other bodies

    They are born that way
    in a cocoon of cushion
    Drunk on nectar
    To flutter over car windshields
    No need to take off the silk scarf
    While the breeze of the freeway sconces by
    Until it hits

    (partially inspired by WakeupLaughing)

  • Out of Focus

    I woke up and the world was blurry
    I put my glasses on and nothing happened
    I reached out to try and touch the thunderstorm
    And felt only the warmth of ignorance

  • A question for you scientists out there

    Reading this and this got me thinking.

    If large fish like sharks and albacore have high concentrations of mercury because the eat the small fish by process of bio-magnification, then humans who eat the small fish would also have high levels of mercury absorbed in their blood stream?

    I mean I think the FDA goes on the assumption that our bodies readily get rid of mercury or heavy metals through sweating and through the hair, but do we? I have not been convinced that we do. Plants I know store heavy metals in their vacuoles in ultra high levels where it can't 'hurt' the plant, I don't know human's stress mechanism.


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  • For the Birds

    The birds don't mind the fog
    Cheerfully chirping away at the pre-dawn
    Her a stale version of Meryl Streep
    Him a stale version of Sean Penn
    Bell bottoms and wavy hair
    Socks with sandals
    He falls
    And she tumbles after
    Doing the gypsy dance
    To the laundromat swerve
    Clouds of smoke
    Outside only heard
    Night
    has
    struck
    Keeps me from
    writing these cat-like
    wor-

  • Fragments (a repost for the Sower of Seeds)

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    "We might liken him to a mirror as vast as the crowd itself; or to a kaleidoscope gifted with consciousness responding to each one of its movements and reproducing the multitude of life." -Baudelaire

  • Babies


    Though I wouldn't touch them.

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