A window washer from Chicago would work in the snow and that fog - Oh! But he was chagrined when there were crosswinds, "A guy could splat like a soft avocado!"
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Category Archives: poem
Morlock Memories [Free Verse]
I woke up rife with Morlock memories. What a damnable time it was! The days when I was not a boy, and not a man -- nothing for which anyone had a good word. Maybe I was a shadow: two-dimensional & wonky in shape. I was that which lived below: below ground, below the radar, below comprehension.
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Last Blossom [Blank Verse]
The final flower falls to the sidewalk. It's damp and deformed, -n- sugared with sand. It's gritty and pretty at the same time. The ants are crawling around and across. A faintly putrid scent must call to them. They crave that little bit of death in food. And tomorrow it'll be gone -- somehow -- gone. Who knows where: swept up, carried, or wind-blown. It will be gone, and branches will be bare.
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Forbidden City [Haiku]
the sprawling courtyard of the Forbidden City; army imagined
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Nashville Limerick
There was a great guitarist from Nashville who couldn't remember to pay his tax bill. They seized his Les Paul and even his stress ball. He became that stressed-out uke player of Asheville.
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Cambridge U. Limerick
When Lord Byron lived at Cambridge University, he greatly increased campus diversity. He lived with a bear. They were quite the pair. For the poet, the dog ban was a perversity.
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Yellow Camphor [Haiku]
camphor flowers, in a disheveled bouquet, stretch warmly
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The Melt [Common Meter]
Our lives are blobs that melt away. You may not sense the drips. It happens slowly; you may never hear burbled blips. You may not feel that it's lighter, or that it's lost some girth. Because you've shed it gently each and every day since birth. And when you feel the withering, will you take it as loss? A good loss like becoming lean -- a skimming of the dross? Or like a vicious theft of the best parts of one's being: like time has grabbed the valuables and taken to fleeing? The melt will continue onward until there is no more. So, think yourself experience rich though you are time poor.
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Bold Butterflies [Haiku]
two butterflies stand their ground on the path, despite footfall quakes
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Red Bug Orgy [Haiku]
two red bugs mate
on one side of a tree;
on the other: orgy
the !n(tro)verted yogi 