Wedding Angst Poems

Being Bob

Bob, is just an ordinary guy in every sense of the word. Five ft eight inches tall, a little on the chubby side and...

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Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night
In my ramshackle torn straw old bed 
The mice are chewing my toes
And the bedbugs bite...

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There was a lady in her late thirties

She loved juicy gossip and kitty parties

Kids were two, an older boy and a younger girl

Naughty devils but...

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Good Vibrations 

It’s been one year,
three months 
and two days,
since Floyd last rode his Harley.

Damn stroke!
His F-ing left leg don’t work 
and he barely grips...

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Date:  March  2051

3 days until April:
Flight time 3:05 afternoon--  IN flight 
"Dolly and Molly fumbled in their
Seat to achieve comfort. "Ooo does
This...

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Dance of Graves

The dance of graves occurs more than we are prompted to imagine.  We prefer to keep matters of death fit into that...

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Apology to the missus at nighttime...
first day of January
two thousand and twenty three.

While the wife then in the process
of leaving a telephone message
for our eldest...

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Her world is a paranoid marketplace.
Fear is the zeitgeist and panic her shame.
She’d married her psyche to a dog whistle pimp
Who’d promised her he’d drain...

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Ignoring the fact that I’m all alone forevermore
Ignoring the fact that I’m an unanswered phone to the core
I believe that I have no one to...

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Sidewalk spring rain steps
years of tetter-totter angst
Main St. love apocalypse
Relationship on the rocks
Haystack needle search weary...

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dashed to pieces
on day of celebration.
shards of antiques
dishandled, cracked
and abused. pieces
of mother-daughter bond.

I can’t cry; tearbowl-eyes.
always collecting myself.
mom would say,
“Stop that, Kimmy…”

the glass shelf fell
couple...

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The Devil’s in the raging tempest. 
The Devil’s in the quaking earth.
Might be tornados today, 
Good bet there’s worse on the way.
Just take the hint...

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On the San Francisco waterfront the sun is going down 
Upon a well-heeled journeyman fresh in from out of town. 
The sky's been drained of...

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The young rain-dog spins-the axis of the Earth-his primitive howl is a native plea.

A dance to beckon the rain. The dog lunges, the dust swirls,...

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Adventitious existence birthed introverted spiritual outlier i.e. me

Speculative fictitious flirtation imagined
courtesy grown old male offspring (me)
begat when mine late mother and father met
former named, a...

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