Undividual Poet



spiced orange

the drink

warm and slightly citrus,
sweet and mildly spiced,
a mocha diva
in love with country ballads
picked from a large tree
in an open field near Senatobia
and given immortality,
being turned into a drink

but how sweet was she
in her former life?
there was a smokey tinge:
did she roll her own cigars?
was her father a coal miner?
left with the same questions
as a kid too hungry
to fully enjoy the film
her friend’s mom took her to;
too modest to do anything
but eat when she gets home


El Shiitake

Bryon Boi

some say
i am a melinated god
house of the stardust dressing the cosmos
hailing from an alien domain
that i am the seed of earth lovers
with peace pipes
and frybread
that my kind was nasty
loving neanderthals
created in ancient labs
born of cave shadows
that i am a byproduct of rape
as a partner of genocide
babylonian captivity
i say
i could be part treefrog
mixed with sugar
and a little styrofoam
by any other name
i’d still be the shit

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