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Everything That I Know

All the world’s poems include

banana splits of hypocrites

soda fountains spewing mountains

and iPhone fairies picking berries

 

empty caskets

torn straw baskets

Turkish rugs of

sinister shrugs

 

I wonder…

 

What would happen

if I shred them

add compost

and plant me?

 

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Winter window wondering…

 

amateur artist can’t get it right

his monotone canvas: harbor

reflects sky’s stubborn gray light

 

whimsical white drifts down

in hypnotic specks

freeze drying monotony

 

I am whitewashed,

quest for color

write what I know…

as tug boat commerce

pushes the harbor

 

nature in reverse

forces my focus  

to find inner crocus…

 

I realize…

there will always

be snow jobs

and blowjobs and

 

those prone to hobnob

devouring kabobs

 

drifting…

 

I mix Dylan Thomas, Maya Angelou,

Pablo Neruda and Langston Hughes

 

and me, when I was really, really sick

 

shred my worst, which got me hoots

scrape in the mud from my boots

mix with mom’s best kitchen beater

cement truck’s drum, turn on the heater

 

try to remember…

 

playing cards anticipating

syncopation’s masturbating

pulls sheets over innovating

ends the game lacerating

 

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fretting foghorn infers:

Give up!!!

 

I’m not a quitter

or a quilter

but look at life

through my filter

 

volcano rising

emphasizing

hope for crocus

color, focus

 

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rainstorms of doubt, erase ink

like writing poems in a sink

 

 

lightning in an eagles beak

thunder follows, it will speak

 

do not crassly cremate wonder

write it down, embrace blunder

 

sparkling magic 

and cookie crumbs

Botox flashing conundrums

trampolining the humdrums

 

pregnant thoughts

wrought with ought

beat empty baskets

and their vastness of

prosaic droning madness

 

nurture seedlings,

compost and grow

 

umbrella up,

hailstorms and snow

 

part the clouds

of innovation,

view boring thoughts

and their cremation

 

and tickle those pickles

which tend to be fickle

so streynjhot ben kickle

ver moisten don rickles

 

and always remember

say thank you and please.

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