Regarding the Slaughterhouse by Orangesuitcases, literature
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Regarding the Slaughterhouse
With bruises and cuts
Lining his fingers
That he used to slaughter
The younger calves with.
His home had become
A prison
For the smaller ones.
He continues to work
With his cornucopia
While never doubting
His own good deeds
The Ukulele Named Thor by Orangesuitcases, literature
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The Ukulele Named Thor
Curves that lead to sinews
Little brass knobs
All echoing tones.
Balalaikas ringing
And metal guitars
Look up to my dancing flea.
The ukulele that gods of rock
Have blessed
Forecast of Rain
Should have rained that day
The fresh droplets descending
Splash on my face. Splash.
Life in the Swamp
Tadpoles become frogs
Swimming in the mud water
As I sit and watch.
The Leaf that Fell
Nature set ablaze
And everything is new
Leaves incinerate
Tittle will not fit by Orangesuitcases, literature
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Tittle will not fit
Regardint the Young Boy and the Cocker Spaniel
I remember when we used to
Watch HBO for free
You stole it from the neighbors
I remember the rush of remembrances,
As we struggled to grasp it.
You only wanted to see
I remember the examinations
Below the loft with a metal pointer
You were showing your sister
I remember when I still wore those
Jeans and the Bugle Boy Sweater
You told me I looked stupid
I remember when you touched the
Future of the cosmos.
I stood shivering in my socks
Wisconsin, Late Winter by Orangesuitcases, literature
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Wisconsin, Late Winter
The snow that soaked
The highway has all but melted
Down to the pavement
It's getting to the point
Where you can't tell
Snow from mud anymore.
It probably isn't the best idea
To run speed trials here
With these soft turns and
Harsh conditions
Listen as I wake in that far effacement.
Windows move and roses clear walls,
I stand among a handful of vowels.
The swallows going like slow voices
Magnify your arrival to no place at all.
Your nightgown flickers among shadows,
Victorian nakedness whitens one pink midwife.
Footsoles stumble blankly in round museum beds.
Breath distils notes and dulls wind's drafty elements.
It's set its fat cloud from the stars and
I'm clean.
Apples of Various Types by Orangesuitcases, literature
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Apples of Various Types
Green or red or yellow
Some come with pink now.
Better to wash them now
Wash it all away.
The skin helps intestines.
You should really have that roughage
In your system,
But
I used to peel them.
Chubby bunny, they thought, would be an effective method
Of determining certain factors of each of their lives.
Should we all use chubby bunny?
It seems to only work for those two
Those sacred two with their chubby bunny songs
Singing simple short songs. Shorter than average songs
Certainly chubby bunny works to ascertain
different aspects of their lives
Who can you go to play chubby bunny?
Do we all have a chubby bunny?
I don't know, but lets get some more marshmallows.
Love Life of a Violin by Orangesuitcases, literature
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Love Life of a Violin
The bow slides
Across your skin
Squeaking on
The elongated strings
And up your neck
That I clumsily put my
Fingers on.
No guiding frets,
I have to know
Exactly where to go
To get you to sing.
The dark behind the plate... by Orangesuitcases, literature
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The dark behind the plate...
The dark behind the plate glass
Made its way to the door
It had never looked so simple
So precise
It allowed me one piece of
Fruit from its bowl
I ate the treat as
Gulls cried at my ears
Then we dug up the cat and
Froze it behind the plate glass walls