Best Backseat Poems

waiting
with diaper on 
for this woman to get up 
off the kitchen floor and
stop bleeding while a man 
hovers over her with grimace 
and clinched...

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The Call

For as long as I can remember, I have been phoning my mom. Even before leaving home when I was a teenager. Whenever I...

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“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay 
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we...

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Sitting in the backseat ~ yackety
she drives like
    crackers ~ wackedy
speeding to the movies?
we can’t be late?
Driver ahead asleep at the
 ...

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My name, it is Reginald,
and I’ve got a story to tell,
some folks, they will not like it,
they’ll cry out,”Go to hell!”

You see my wife beside...

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I sauntered in an evening mist
   A midnight's heaven, magic-kissed
      Lamp-lit raindrops pattered, awesome
    ...

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Wrestling the wreckage, I'm fading into darkness unknown.
My head is going straight to voicemail, missing calls from home.
These veins are erratically static, strung out on...

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No one else exists 

A crowded city street
strolling a narrow sidewalk,
your hand in mine
Pastel neon lights paint the buildings
in soothing colors,
softening sharp edges,
creating a wonderland...

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SILENT ROOSTERS SLEEP

Dads don’t sleep.  They drive over-packed cars, and sip coffee from a thermos cup. Kids in backseat mull over grandma’s home ~...

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Geese, Goslings and the Bridge

Sometimes, when you least expect it, Mother Nature makes a u-turn and draws you into the ridiculous.  Such was the...

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Your heart is tardy,
hardly used except to whisper 
words of courteous affection.

Passion takes a backseat with your
carefully selected styles of self-protection.
'I love you' hardly ever...

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Another boring lost night.
Sipping on warm beers outside the local store.
Trying to stay outta the cops sight.

Cars gather stereos blasting in the 
parking lot.
Local kids...

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I don`t care at all what you do with my poems....

you can steal them,laugh at them or cut them up to make blackmail letters for...

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Girl you treat me bad and dont give it a second thought.
Run around on me with every other man.
look so fine with new clothes for...

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Word Lyric for Music #1

“Eating Religion at Midnight”

Saw Big Edith at the laundry mat,
Says she’s got a bad case of stage fright,
But she’s big and...

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