KONSHUU KONSHUU||Volume Volume55, 55,Issue Issue98
SOME POEMS KEV WANG
Writer
2nd Year, Electrical Engineering & Computer Sciences
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6th mensiversary Halfway across the country, but half my mind stays behind Because one over two is like me without you. I guess that’s why they call it the midwest. We both have pasts to Accept, but now it’s half past two Because you’re just too sweet And I hope I can be Half the person you see In me Baby.
quarantined you and i gazing at stars beyond our windows alone, together. doug doug is my wug he’s as cute as a pug his hug is so snug and he sees when i fug but i don’t mind cuz he’s doug oh doug my beloved
On behalf of my heart, I hope we never part. You’re the center-piece of my art. Happy half-anniversary. Chicago thunderstorms In Chicago, the thunderstorms fart. And while they also do shit and piss With the vigor and vibrance of a voracious volcano, All that shit/pee is flushed swiftly out the city. The fart, though, lingers long after the storm departs. Seeping silently into the rooftops, the streets, the alleys, the subways. It is odorless, or slightly sweet, But to stand it is a mighty feat. Although invisible, it’s not discrete. In Chicago, these thunderstorms fart heat.
konshuu writer There once was a konshu writer His deadlines only got tighter As the poems completed, The more lines he deleted And his page became whiter and
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