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Three Weird Poems

~~ ~~ 1 ~~ ~~
Guests on the terrace, more guests in the hall—
Is there no way to get rid of them all?
Where did they come from, and when will they go?
The longer they stay here, the deeper my woe.
~~ ~~ 2 ~~ ~~
We fed some ducks in Iceland, and then we had a bite
Of something cold and glittering that made us feel uptight.
The teams upon the hillsides were just about to faint,
But suddenly revived themselves by slurping leaded paint.
The moral of this story, if moral there may be:
What is good for you, my friend, may not be good for me.
~~ ~~ 3 ~~ ~~
The swordsman’s blade was melting before his very eyes;
The axe man’s axe felt lighter than sunlight on mayflies;
The oak tree’s massive branches shrank to pencil-thin—
It was a creepy summer, and never should have been.

Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Each grotesquerie begins with a phrase purloined from One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, the Colombian novelist who died 17 April 2014.

~~ 1 ~~
dusty almond trees
all the fruit turns into glass
bitter little shards
~~ 2 ~~
hand-painted flowers
remnants of the midget’s dreams
tossed to the bridesmaids
~~ 3 ~~
box of dominoes—
two pieces rub each other
in just the wrong way
~~ 4 ~~
place of burial
the earth begins to settle
after three amens
~~ 5 ~~
a wicker basket
hides a broken battle axe
under cloth of gold
~~ 6 ~~
houses with zinc roofs
shattering expectations
rusting overnight
~~ 7 ~~
glass beads for macaws
flung into the April sky
snatched by hungry beaks
~~ 8 ~~
a bulging suitcase—
the clumsy woman drops it
on the railroad track
~~ 9 ~~
clocks made of carved wood
vanish just before midnight
tick again at dawn
~~ 10 ~~
invisible paths
some on land, some on sea
Moses knows the game
~~ 11 ~~
clothing left behind—
an old man without a name
tries on the trousers
~~ 12 ~~
sticks of balsa wood
listen as the cotton string
tightens on a kite

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