Dead and the Motionless (poem #358)

Where do the dead and the motionless women go?

Their hearts tremble and dive into the cold realms of

the living, among the skyscraper cities and harsh

outlander farms in distant regions. The elements are

all the same, the heartless living more dead than alive.


 

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Words Worming (poem #356)

Lips leak words worming

into ears some fall to the floor

wiggling into corners, ready to

die and rot and mold turning

to dust, turning to forgotten

rubbish ready to excavate

in years to come.


 

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Open Doors (poem #355)

Open doors, loose change

in back pockets clanging loudly

spinning in a hot dryer. Tub, filled with

cold water, a glass of beer lukewarm,

the smell of garbage resting,

occupant at standstill.

 


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American Classic Baby (poem #354)

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Michel H. Beaudoin photo source: wikipedia

Slick back, black hair, greased up

pomeade sculpting adonis hair

a word for the mouth, a kiss for your rear

leather thick and welcoming, ready

to embrace jeans and crisp white T

ragged and raging looking like a

sulky James Dean, my sweet

American classic baby.

 


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