Tag Archives: Poems

Diatribe For A Perfect Stranger

I hate you, woman in yellow For all the terrible things you never did And all the horrible flaws you never showed And all the wretched words you never said But most of all for when, as you walked along the sidewalk … Continue reading

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Chameleons of Karmic Hue are Seldom Kept in View

I’ve always had a soft, unspoken, karmic view of life Though never voiced, it’s always burrowed down inside my mind But as the law of averages applies to joy and strife A different philosophy is what I’ve come to find For … Continue reading

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There is No Cookie at the End

Oh, I like to write a poem When I feel that I’ve been being Altogether far too useful So as to be very careful Not to send the wrong idea If you get into the habit Of, to other people … Continue reading

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A Surfeit of Somethings

I was so busy doing somethings Big blue rolly somethings Little orange crinkly somethings Somethings left hanging on the line Somethings buried under old piles of newspaper A something that burned up like a candle, leaving a smell like incense … Continue reading

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The Morning Commute in D Minor

It was Friday night this Thursday morning And I partied in the sun as the rain fell down It felt so good to be next to you as I drove alone I cried to know I’d lost you, but my cheeks … Continue reading

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April Cruels

Hey You don’t know me, but, uh I served with your son And I know how much pain you’re going through right now But I just want you to know The only reason I’m alive today Is because your son … Continue reading

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An Artistic, Critically-Acclaimed Poem About Comcast

All great art comes from suffering, from the paintings of Vincent Van Gogh to Britainy McMurphy-Morris Jones’ haunting poem Why Don’t These Jeans Fit They Fit In The Store So Why Don’t They Fit Now Why Don’t They Fit. So as … Continue reading

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