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O Blathering Daughters


O blathering daughters, please button your lips!
The skulls in the hallway know all of your quips.
They’ve listened in silence for some fifteen years—
Inscrutable beings without any ears!
 
They’ve heard of your skirts made of velvet and bone!
They’ve heard all your whining ’bout living alone!
You can’t smooth your wrinkles, O doddering ones,
So prowl in the pantry for cinnamon buns!
 
Enjoy your sweet repast, the crumbs on your lips,
And watch the ballooning of breasts and of hips!
The skulls in the hallway? Ignore them, my dears!
They’ll listen forever, although they’ve no ears.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Patting

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Baptismal font at a seldom-used chapel, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


Out of the washbowl
I scoop up
my distorted face


patting out all the wrinkles
with a soft yellow towel

 
*Opening gambit by Sumitaku Kenshin
 
Final two lines and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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