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The Pimple Ripens Slowly

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The pimple ripens slowly, so everyone can see
That this unsightly blemish is clearly part of me.
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Cancer turns a man to dust.
What is this, if not unjust?
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Empty your closet, toss out your belts—
With global warming everything melts.
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Is anyone clever enough to measure
The actual weight of the thing called Pleasure?
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My horse will wear silver, my horse will wear gold,
He’ll walk where he wants to, and not where he’s told.
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Your spine belongs behind you, not in front, my dear,
For if your spine were frontal, where would be your rear?

Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Vaquero photo SanMiguelJune2012923a.jpg
A vaquero searching for his cattle, El Charco del Ingenio conservation area, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México

thumping the wasteland—
the steady clippity-clop
of a horse’s hooves

Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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