Conventional

Stop.  Zebra crossing–
A vow of silence passes:
Herd of sister nuns.

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I Can’t Be Graduating, I’m Still

Immature
Wet behind the ears
Youngling child

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He didn’t say a picture of what.

“Hey, Mrs. Dubose.”

She was as pretty as a picture
Of Hitler at the podium,
A greasy, zit-speckled face,
A baboon’s bottom,
The 1980’s,
Honey Boo Boo,
Nicolas Cage,
A hairless cat,
And the Citarum river,
All Photoshopped together.

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Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Death

I don’t fit the mold;
Xerox machines will explode
If they copy me.

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Perspective Precipitation

Sometimes I stand still
Underneath the waterfall
Pretending it’s rain.

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Yeah Science!

Vinegar
Baking soda VOOSH
Volcano

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Garden Party Politics

No grounds for defense,
They’ve soiled their reputations;
Uproot invaders!

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Spicy

She liked sandwiches
With waves of yellow mustard,
Tsunami on rye.

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Down South Sprang

Green__ green__ green__ green
Green is the light that pours through the leaves
That sprung from their slumbering autumn’s eves
That whispers delight into everything:
Spring—spring—spring—spring—
Spring.

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Like a tree planted by streams of water

Barefoot boy with the tired eyes
Like two nuns at the disco,
What’s that pile of papers stuffed under your arm
Like popcorn in dentures?
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