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Sausage & Bean Pie
Place: Oxford, England ; Time: 2007
Letting myself go
that British holiday one July,
I came to discover
sausage & bean pie
and how ... to let go
of a lover.
I found more comfort
in having that pie
than with him,
craved to devour the porky flesh
than to take it from my lover.
I appreciated the consistency of that pie
but could not tolerate anymore
the denseness of my lover,
found that pie marvelously crumbly-
but adversely flaky my lover.
What a delectable affair I had!
I delighted in the few moments
each time with my pie
than with the old guy
Yes, really!
Mainly in Oxford ,
along St Giles-Cornmarket street
and at the Covered Market,
I had my fresh substitute for love-
a savory pie.
Just in a few weeks,
I lost the appetite of my old lover
He was chopped liver
becoming putrid well beyond taste-
and thought !
Some could judge me badly
but I heartily indulged
in that scrumptious pie,
much more than I ever did in him-
and I did not dare to fight the bulge.
Why, I was on holiday!
I was not inclined
to deny myself,
as I had before
with my old lover back home.
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Seaweed
Harmless you arrive
wanting to cling around me
why do I cringe you?
Other Fish
sure, there are other
fish in the sea
but they are
still so cold-blooded
OCEAN IN YOU Girl, you are more than a marsh. You’re an ocean. Endless, you cover much territory. There are so many areas yet explored in you. Resplendent, you glisten all over and give a sparkle in the eyes of countless admirers. Engaging, you put on a great cabaret of nature. You’re a huge draw making a huge splash everywhere you run. People often underestimate your power and take you for granted, so you teach them a lesson. You’re quite deadly. Many crave to hear your deep and gentle resonance eternal and ethereal. You’re quite peaceful. and though many have pissed on you you remain so pure.
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Stumbling upon
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