Funeral Anger Poems

It’s like being hit by a meteor
Where there’s no tomorrow
It is like doomsday, really
Where everything is ugly
And absolutely nothing is pretty
I just received the bad...

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We sleep hard against the dirty noise
gaunt darkness, the rhythm of rain
even on the inside, there is the same weightless beauty 
pressing against the ribs,...

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The Death of Art

He was an artist, a painter spending much of his time
in his mother's garage painting when not out drinking with his many...

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Rave at the gate, With chant and shout!
Make God mind how large the turnout
When his hand, so grand and devout,
squashes us like candles snuffed out.
Bid...

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There's a man in the waiting room
much older than myself.


His hands shake, calloused and wrinkled. 
They're just hands but yet, 
they look naked. 
Perhaps a...

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Dream, dreams of empire
in realms vision scapes
an infinite fire…

Standing, casting away all thoughts 
onto the shores of a world afar 

As the Red Sea’s meet
in...

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For few fleeting moments after I died
Brain activity remained undeterred
Though my knowing now of what I heard
Seems redundant in my current reside

Heartbeat swapped with footsteps...

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You forgot their faces
you forgot mine too
and all the names of
the people that you knew
the words that once clearly
rolled off your tongue now
just barely pass...

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I am an  angry man 
I considered butchering my mother 
So that the government could offer me 
Other accommodations away from her 
Just because...

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The bar door is ajar only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!

Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon 

Broken floating bloated 
dead...

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Time's flowing tributary; the future changes the past.
            Our burial cortege concludes its course...

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Severe surge regarding thou shalt not kill violations

Fifth commandment breached regularly
epidemic of gun violence in America
bullets fly, scream and tear into flesh
senseless rampant mass killings
rip...

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The quick fix had worked so
She slipped the needle away,
Her little liquid friend that helped 
Through each long working day.
A toot of the horn told...

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He was a man of many voices
All making a disparate whole
And by day you never knew
Which one would take control.
Some days you wouldn't know
The persona...

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No more need to rhyme
and, anyway, no time.
'n never enough line-...

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