Tag: poems
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Mourning Doves Alive Again
Halitosis afflicts the discussion Two tones Distributed as one. Hang-nail dangles from their pinky Holds court AMONG the coffee cup. Back braced against A Cotton sealed spine. They met with pigeons in mind. Dirty birds. Dirty words. Clustered in flocks and folds. Inside the hotel room Secrets assume a closed fist. Love taps begin Lust…
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Projecting a Sunrise
A frail elder enlists A plastic chair, While Resting their eyes on boat traffic, nominates engine noise To automobile parlance And sitting hunchback scooches their bottom Further back until the end is shared. The elder retrieves breadcrumbs From inside a plastic-bag, Both resources Gifted to them By the food pantry. They proceed To toss the…
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artificial sweetener
Artificial sweetener packets decorated the car’s floor-mats. Their wet shoes made them martyrs. A few sprinkles escaped, Separated and near change, Butterfly wings dried And saved their disintegration For the last trip home. Some moments belong in paper-bags. It’s all relative To the drop off, stepping out, Putting rehearsal to use and knowing Lives which…
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A Brief History of Neo-Liberalism
Nocturnal dust hibernates behind the refrigerator And taunts the compressor by remaining still, Despite daylight’s winded attempts To achieve relevance Through an accidental chore. Open the door. See the light. Capitalists patented canned-air to combat stillness. Communists huff canned-air to escape oxygen. Appropriate nomenclature for neo-liberal idolatries Affiliates the evolution of morals With advances in…
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(insert recycled sitcom trope here)
Cardboard boxes, stacked before the dumpster, Simplified access To raccoons, who ate like royalty, gorging on trash. Cardboard crumples when wet and rainfall Exchanged convenience for knowledge. Egg yolk Bespeckled with blood spots, Stayed the predator’s hand And examined the concept Of what could’ve been. NO. Life becomes. Life doesn’t happen. Dog urine Perfumed the…
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Gentrified Global Warming
Storm clouds challenged the skyscraper’s attempt At censorship, Posting their gray scale Above the CEO’s important view. The type of view Laborers risk their lives To clear smudges From the window glass. Trees dropped their seeds And hijacked peripherals Acclimated to city plants Blending in with manufactured wood, Bordering storefronts And gentrified apartment complexes, But…
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*This Magic Moment*
The labor shortage Allows a city employee, To lower their head, oblivious to passing strangers To aim their leaf blower And push debris toward the curb, where a street sweeper Collects our cigarette butts, dead foliage, hair follicles, receipts, bottle caps, paint flecks, toilet paper scraps And lip skin gnawed apart in strip search fashion, …
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Lounge Wear
Exposed by Loungers present their hips for suicide. Typical Americana, lawn furniture Censors flesh in stripes And organizes a sunburn To trail where restrictions flourish. Different architecture disguises Front of the house aspirations. Lawn gnomes posed in angry side-eye. Doormats covered with generic clever comments. Live. Laugh. And love. Belongs above the oven, For Hell…
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Trash Bags forgotten at the Bus Stop
1. The Bereaved were outfitted In their standard black costumes and stood before the soldiers Who bordered the Officer’s casket in Red, White & Blue. A hot mic captured the priest, presiding over the funeral, Take a drink from his water bottle and announce, “BLECH! That tastes like it came from the tap.” The soldiers…
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Re-dux: Savior Complex
Ajax compensated for his loneliness by posturing his lips to Ohm in silence. Boredom enticed him to lapp his tongue and taste the bourbon smell emitting from his voice. Ohm. He began, simplified his thoughts and transcribed them to a social media post. Establishing Ajax’s intoxication. Roll on Snare. Illuminate the laughter sign. Life becomes…
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