Tag Archives: Poems

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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28-Degree Dowel Rod

The door looks secure But the lock latch lies loose Barring entrance only to mosquitoes and the timid Security comes courtesy of a wooden pole A rigid rod readily rammed Between the glass door and fiberglass frame It lies inclined at 28 … Continue reading

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I Call Her Eve, Because She Brings the Darkness

What God could make a woman so? And say, ’tis not good for man to be alone She bit the Eden’s apple of my heart And leaves me now forever wandering.

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Take a Couplet of These and Call Me in the Morning

If the prose gets up your nose And you sputter like a hose You must take off all your clothes And compose a little verse If your nurse says things are worse And your health can’t be reversed Quick, before you’re in … Continue reading

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