Eating Faces
Eating faces
Is a lot like
Collecting whisky.
You keep the
Best ones, eat
The nice ones
And don’t touch
The bad ones.
And they taste
Good with ice.
Young Mornings
When young mornings
Stretch their side by side yawns
To wake you up, the day thrums
And gets started with half lights,
Creaky bathtubs and hair dryers
Until young mornings become
Promising young afternoons.
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