Seth Burns Poems

When a man stepped, I ate.
When a pig gasped, I drank.
I hated sand, when it hurt my friend,
And bubbled on the shale, my friend.
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Cut the lock with a harlequins touch,
Shiver yourself in the jellied streets,
Dynamos screaming in their rainbow capes,
You will never belong in this world of sweets.
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We fell into the dark moon,
And came out the only side,
A single red sunflower;
The outcast women weren't green but camp;
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