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Crazy COVID-19 has us all in a tizzyToo much information making all of us dizzyMost who’ve been exposed self-quarantineRunning out of toilet paper making us mean“Social distancing” is the phrase du jour
Hong Kong China crunchclash of ideologies—iron mixed with clay
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© 2019 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
A gust of heartless air escaped the cracked door
I arrived just in time to inhale the aftermath of decayed black crows,
Only to regurgitate the clumps of feathers
I almost suffocated.
IT’S A girlThe three deadliest words in the world.So many keep disappearing just because of the flip of the coin.
All this violence,
has its range,
that's one thing
that I would change.
A bad night between couples,
two many drinks,
makes them rethinks
their own happy nuptuals.
I’m a mouse
Always have been
It doesn’t take much for me to hide in my little home
Where I am safe from the daggering eyes
Or judgmental looks of others
But sometimes I get fed up
If I could change anything I think it would be my eyes,
I don’t like how dark they are, I want them as blue as the sky.
Or maybe I would change my thighs,
They rub together and jiggle when I jive.
I heard a story one day,
to my surprise I had nothing to say,
It was something about this girls name,
The sound? The origin? It soon all became a game ,
They swallowed tears
before I came
to Angel Island,
their America stained
by the leaking blood
of those who stilled
their writhing flesh
with a hanging noose
I was born in Maoming
to the sounds of sirens and in the midst of yellow smoke,
I’d imagine.
I was blessed.
I could have died nine minutes into my life.
Or before I took in my first polluted breath.
Life! Liberty! Freedom!
Our glorious kingdom!
Under the White Star and Blue Sky
here we fight and here we die!
We pay in blood for our beliefs
so that one day the people will live in relief!
I lost a day a few weeks back
It slipped right through the cracks
Of time
I think I found it again, in mask
But want it cemented, at last,
in rhyme.
January Second slipped away
Turtles from Madagascar
Marmosets from South America
A Noah’s ark of endangered species
Sinking under the weight of the elephants.
Captured from traffiikers
Seized from smugglers
Little one in the dark
From heaven to womb to pipe
The mother who he clung to
Hated him, down the drain.
Blessed with life
And cursed with fear
The woman let him go
And not yet ready for the grave
Watching wheels slipdown
the cracked
intersection,
lull thoughts
in an neon air,
lounging in an orange lawn chair
Her name, Mei-zhen, embossed in the jade pendant
that chafes the base of my throat
permits only shallow gasps to egress.
When I was thirteen,
I had my first f***.
Sex has this positive connotation
Of being greatly enjoyable by both participants
The guy’s feeling fly, girl’s feeling high
And for this feeling,
Your eyes are small and round
They thin when you smile
See—liquid brown is their color, hated by most loved by me.
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Loving you is-
“In giving you away, I have given you the gift of life.”
I placed you on the top step. I kissed your forehead
and wrapped the corners of the blanket around your chin.
