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melonhappiness
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o yes, her when's and why's reminded me
that though the daisies may believe in life,
     the daisies die,

and if consumes the afterlife a worm,
of surely no concern it is to me
     but maybe them,

so what if now does not, so what of then?
but, yes, i see how all the melons lie
     against and of,

though i refuse the melon's death, i have,
while hoping when the ripened melon bursts,
     the flesh is sweet.

 
.................................
evolution
.................................

at first
they called me weird
because I
had black hair
and didn't talk much.
some said strange
because I
sat alone at lunch
and read comics.
but that turned to queer
because it
was funnier to
say
and that led to homo
in a natural sort
of way.
then they called me fag
and stole my clothes
during gym and threw
them in the
girl's bathroom
and crushed stink
bombs in my locker
and beat me up
before school
and sometimes
after
and I fought back
sometimes
but I really
just wanted
to be weird
again.

.................................
Tom Craig
.................................

 
Copyright © Tom Craig
April 1997

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