Ariel, Pacific NW poet

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detective stories are most often stolen from New York library
I never return the luscious art books I've check out
It's okay, in December I bring in canned food to pay my debt 
is this charity? I don't know
when the wind blows my loose hair,
it is never as alluring as novels say
neither are dresses.
Sneakers the thing; best footwear
for the woods on account of comfort
still, i got furious when a friend 
asked me to stand on my head. 
I will not; however,
I would sit on a burglar, 
and teach him, like a naughty bird,
cuss words until he returns to his den
I'm a queer bird that looks part monkey, 
part eagle, and a little bit dove.
Truth be told my young pheasants are
ashamed of their dowdy old mother. 
I don't care; I will buy the Eiffel Tower
and paint the cats that come,
feed the queer ones; they are such cheeky fellows.
lightni,cng will scatter pastry across the graveyards,
ghosts and dogs will sit right down 
eat pie and cakes, drink a kettle of coffee,
ice cream? For breakfast? So Ezra Pound said,. 

Ariel

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twofer tuesday

it rained and didn't rain
and i sat on the couch and paced
again i didn't want and desperately needed
you and me

two is supposed to be my lucky number
but now I am only one
or zero
i want to be two,
two for you and me.
 
Ariel