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Four Poems


By Michael Sikkema

 

 


Ghost, a child in a shopping bag,

                      red wool

The function

           of the mask is to expose.

 

 

 

 

 

Headset pinches

          into antennae---circuit-board

 

The night guards lube up

                     the horses while the sergeant

          counts nipple clamps

 

 

 

 

Conjugal trees

blossom in the doll factory

 

            In the bottle gentians

                                  in heart-shaped pills

 

Half-number half-ant-static,

           he never gets

                    the letter

that says "look"

 

 

 

 

Humans are the smallest insects

Spray painted on the floorboards

A country song

"Brandy Has A Meth Lab"

 

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