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Robo Plato Placates Palate Pensively

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Imagine biting

into

clouds.

For breakfast.

As the sun

cleaves

into

your kitchen.

Fork at the ready.

And you slide your fork

across

the

golden

waft steam

splendour

bursting

the taste

of spilled

smooth

savoury

smiles

sweep

warm comforting…

and then the tomatoes sourish pucker pursed upturned lips…

and then the sweet aroma of basil and thyme…

like angels carrying liquorice sprinkles

dusting you

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Duck Tongues of Glen Dong

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In the mirror was not my reflection, but a pair of red glowing embers where my eyes would have been.

Where did my face go? Why had my entire body go as black as the sprawling light eating darkness of a moonless night. I could no longer see the scars from when my father has cut my stomach with a kitchen knife. No longer saw the burns from mother’s cigarettes stubbed on my arms and chest and neck.…

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There’s a fly

in

my brain.

It buzzes

Lands

On my mentali

Tea

Tracks

Mudlike muck On The buttery Mash That’s my Memory

And dirties Every thought I have

Until I can Take it No more

I Freak Out

Chase it around

Like a Baboon Blood Boil Cartoon

Smashing all Furniture That decorate My mind

And I’m blind With Fury And Irrational Itchy

Want to Scratch Out Its Eyes With A pointy Stick

Of Course

There is

No fly

Only

Specks Of Unstable

Ideas

Trying To Land On My Soul

Yet Again.

The Stuff That Goes On Inside

This Human Head

Continues

To Baffle

Even

The Aliens

Out There.

Abundance

hides

From every young

angry man

And

Years later

When

They’ve lost their legs

Their eyes

Their hearts torn

With dangling scars

Hanging down

Like old wrinkled jowls

They open

Their souls to the rich silence….

Worth more than all the golden silvery bejewelled

Treasure they clamoured for…

In creeping ant trails

In grainy orange blood twilight

These men fill their pockets with more than they can carry home.

For once in their lives

No longer feel It necessary to upload

These feelings to anyone else.

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