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Vino y migajas

Zero Deities-

An Atheist Goes to Church:

Y de veras, no fue coincidencia aquella,

cuando a su lado el Señor me puso.

Sabiendo que detesto ese sonido

de gargantas invasoras de paz.

Las lenguas mojando el pan, es lo único

que escucho. Y mucho vino torrencial,

ahogando esófagos apolina’os.

Y si me ves con tremendo meneíllo,

Es por la angustia que siento. El cosquilleo

de la gente “astuta”. Juro que me pongo más

bruta con cada glub glub, sabes.

Y muero por dentro.

Cheers,

Char

Ballsy

For the gorgeous Samantha Terry.

Balls.

The sexist, metaphorical

things that are in my—ooh,

Possession;

You seem to have them too.

Don’t cry, Sweetheart,

not a tear.

You know we can play too.

We don’t play often,

oh, but when we do…

Balls.

We do fall, but when we

bounce back,

All Hell—breaks—

Loose.

Lucky for us,

they’re only metaphorical.

Lucky for us,

they don’t hide

when

things

get

Tough.

balls

So when you hear him say,

Naughty, are you going there?

You know you'll reply, ever so calmly,

Baby, I’ve been there—

and back.

Ha! Balls...

Cheers,
The Charmonsta'

Chaucer, Chowder--Who Gives a Damn?

Engl 320 is driving me insane.

You're the sentence, Chaucer,

the subject of my story.

If a sweven is a dream and

If tonight was last night,

then idk what the frick Imma do with

mah life. Honestly. Chaucer.

Ynough!

What where you thinking?!

Every time I read the Tales,

I deye inside. My soul turns blake.

And I'm a wight, a person.

You've got some sense of humor.

I see that nyce is synonymous to foolish

and to have a wood is madness, woodnesse.

Oh, I will make werre to you.

Make werre long time, I seye.

My patience is lite in kynde, little in nature,

inversely proportionate to my wood.

Nathelees, I'll read you

with my tweye eyes.

Chaucer.

Chowder.

Who gives a damn?

Thine Illustrious Charmander

Faces

This poem is dedicated to my dear friend Ryan Levin. These verses describe the mutual silliness of our tendency of making funny faces at each other.

Faces

His face will smile, wide-eyed saucers

Like mine. With raised silly eyebrows--

Gesundheit! More hiccups come as

We mimic each other's faces.

The Ryan--Char's mirror image!

I tried my best to stick to the following pattern: / x' / x' / 'x / 'x /, two "unstressed stressed" feet followed by two "stressed unstressed" feet, an actual mirror image! Spicin' up the tetrameter. How cool is that?

Cheers,

Char