Best Acetone Poems

Here, I scribble a letter 
to the rhapsodical rose, 
dipping my quill in 
stardust that slips 
like a violet waterfall 
from the tips of 
white...

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From ashes
she rises, 
absolving
cleansing, 
face, hands, feet.
Four months, 
Ten days, 
She mourns.
She weeps.

She clothes herself now
in an adornment of white
bowing privately, 
praying fervently, 
as bitter...

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Love stinks

Hell yeah

Worse than fire and brimstone.

Love stinks

Hell yeah

Worse than cleaning nails with acetone.

Love stinks

Hell yeah

Stinky love follows me

And that stinky stuff won't leave me

The...

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Broken as the muggy backyard philanthropy
I'm puking again on another cold morning
The hot arteries begin to pound anxiously
Let myself out again but got a warning

Sit...

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1) Agronomy- the science of pissing me off.
2) Ahab- acknowledging that you own something.
3) Acetone- the sound made by one "passing gas".
4) Acquaint- Not an...

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I often wonder at a knife-edge.
I thank, for this, the master craftsman;
Shine or dull; sharp; or blunt like a wedge,
Within them, hides vast arts a...

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Adrenaline pumping.......heart  thumping
I toe the line.......must do this in record time.
Glancing, glaring ,got to do it right.
Acetone smells........others panting ,
chests  expanding, shrewd eyes
...

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If I Die, Bury Me With Pencils

My sense of smell is gone.
Acetone is empty air.

The cough
attempts to cut the mucus from my lungs,
expell it from...

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Cold friction blinds the weak
when pallid hands clench tight
to volatile liquids that
evaporate rapidly

One's body passes off readily
like acetone drops
wading in poisoned waters
and venom solvent drains
putrid...

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Ammonium Nitrate
Acetone Peroxide
Butane
Dynamite
Erythritol Tetranitrate
Gunpowder
Lead Styphnate
Trinitrotoluene
8atha 8atha 8atha....

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“I was frolicking up a staircase made of clouds only to end up muzzled in a circus ”

I explain to Lola - my puzzled therapist...

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