Category: poems
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may god recycle you
For reasons unknown. I’m obsessed with recycling Religiously My offerings are picked up weekly By the curb. My answering device says, Have a recycled day. Disasters happen, to places like Japan, because they did not Recycle. Soldiers die because they support unrecyclable deeds. When people ask me why I do it… I don’t know exactly,…
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dying questions
i pretend like you to know me you demand the future when I just want tea lunch no words and to watch the moon sink into the dead of night
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spring clinging
I architected A blue print to burn Your clutter While you sleep. To pry overly Indulged fingers from Baggage too large For my overhead. when I’m done, I will lie On the empty floor And let the cold Take me Lightly.
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paperless fortune
I willed Revenge into a masamune blade from scratch on an empty stomach. Days and nights of fire, spit and tit for tat already dead to its burden, I wouldn’t part till its completion I scorched A path through the valley of no-man’s it quenched in the stream full of lotus leaves, laughing as the…
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seconds, please
i try not to scream for help (too often) the echo goes for miles, leaving empty (promises) some are better (than me) at selling self we all go broke (eventually) trying to bid for it we all know. (do we?) there’s no sale for time
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no you turn
she really doesn’t think twice to be any one in particular each one way to fro work daily driven just to pay bills some times to feel (alive) she checks in late and takes detour she wonders (however) hitting jack pot or to sense brilliance but never dying in the end and time no one…
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my corner, your corner
The corner On thunder and mass Is most diverse in all the corners Of the world On any given Sunday best. Freckled Pippy Longstockings Jumps rope w/ princess pocahontas, Mark Twain marking the words w/ Maya Angelou, and countless others count not differences The corner On star and wonder Where soda pop Costs 2 cents…
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mean
no editing, ground zero: i await for an excuse to burrow my rage around it’s throat and i know my power to kill, in small, swift movements. it’s not size or the size of threat, but in the calculation, the unforbidden of consequences. that’s a force to be dealt. i have both. crouching and underestimation of…
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can i get that super-sized, mr.bush?
I drove up To the Drive-thru. Ordered The most valued From the value menu. Patriotism. It was payday, So I super-sized The most valued From the Value menu. I should have Checked patriotism Before driving away From the Drive-thru It was cold, Sloppy and looked Nothing like it did On TV.