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Four Poems
by Ryan Croken



Toad Poem

Every Saturday
Is the toad parade
They go to toad temple
Wearing toad hats
Black toad hats
They are toads
They hop across the street
Like skipping stones
To a toad god.

My Dad

I was standing out looking over the field,
and my dad called and he asked what I was doing,
and I said I was waiting for the crop circles to appear,
and he said “oh, I saw that on the news,”
and for a moment my dad and I
were nearly in agreement
about something.

A Male Mosquito

My girlfriend turned into a mosquito,
And sat on my nightstand
For a long time.
Everything was going ok
Until we realized
That she would have to mate
With a male mosquito.

Her Soul

Gave

To God

Her soul,

God

said: “Ok

I don't need

This

But Ok.”