Best Blowtorch Poems

A short letter to this Hot Summer Day, 
I get it, you’re a furnace from the sky.
And you want to play chef, to bake and to stew, 
Both my feet you simmer and fry

You battered and basted and blanched and broiled 
As I roasted all...

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Culinary resonations my senses please
Blowtorch trimming the tapering of cheese 
Cremated lactations dance on the fan’s breeze
Crab forks impaling young peas 
Lightly dusting salt of the seas
Grindings of exotic teas
Marinades my taste buds tease...

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Confessions of Pistachio Pudding

The pudding said to the whipped cream 
"I love the way you feel on top of me... 
all light and sugary...but I have a confession 
I was not always a bowl of Pistachio Pudding 
I used to be Lancelot 
And 
I suspect...

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He was calling her who was calling him who had been 
thinking about her who had been thinking about him who 
wanted to maybe have dinner with her who had picked a 
cozy little restaurant to nonchalantly suggest to him who 
doubted he had a...

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Blowtorch to a closed mouth
til it opens for a scream,
then the torch is forced down 
the throat, now gurgling. 
Burnt and broken black teeth,
Jagged to the touch,
Scrape, revealing sheen,
In scars they leave on rust.
Back and forth the torch thrusts,
Perverse in his scheme,
Finally he found lust,
Just...

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From predawn birth, you dwell alone,
Preferring deep shadowland over light.
So much easier to conceal what is shown,
Nascent ember forelimbs that daunt your sight.

With growth in undying murk, and wings in flames
In brilliant reds, yellows, golds all blazing.
Flying is hopeless with birds of other names.
Passions rage...

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My mind was once tranquil lavender...
an equal blend of blue and red.
Sometimes a tone darker or lighter
depending upon the issue at hand-
Recently its blooming only one color.
Because I've been told over and over.
To shut up-to not think independently.
To follow in lockstep the smoke and the...

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Don’t come in my house.
     Don’t come in my house without permission!
I got a machine gun, a machete, a meat cleaver, and a magnet.
     I will bear arms if you come within 3 feet of the threshold.
I...

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Two inept crooks robbed my house while I was on vacation.
They left my water running and they died by strangulation.
Besides robbing me, those idiots also made me have to pay a two hundred dollar water bill.
They were already beaten by my neighbors eight year old...

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Note to the many enemies of democracy:
No need to force upon us uranium enemas 
just billow a tiny bug into the neon lungs
of our bumbling- deeply divided cities..
Sit back and have a few Molotov cocktail giggles 
and some giant panda bear laughs,
as we brawl over...

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I used to yearn for the sun like a tiny sprout trying to break free from the earth

Shivering in the icy winds of grey winter

Longing for the warming touch of spring

And when spring finally arrives with all her fanfare and elation,

her warm touch turns to...

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I always wanted to be cheese the blowtorch said.
The opossum thought this funny but had to play dead.
There was a brick of cheese wrapped in waxy red.
She stated that the blowtorch had a really fine head.

After the threat left, the opossum took a tiny bite
Of...

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We've many differences.
You yearn for and demand respect.
I prefer to earn it but could care less...
if you respect me or not.
You shove a bullhorn in my face.
Force feed me your warped points of view.
You put blowtorch to my faith. 
I believe in dialogue and I'm...

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Savagery of an act unspeakable, 
ransack of the flesh of innocence 
melts the petals of the rose 
with blowtorch breath of violation. 
The gallows groan, with guilt are ridden, 
turmoil grinds a mind of penitence, 
caustic soda rivers flow 
with twisted thoughts of self-beration. 

The...

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They love to puff the beryl nicotine

Incendiary lungs
sucking down the cancerous green

Hard drag queens,
dressed to mass extinct kill,
inhale poisonous mushroom dreams

Napalm verbal smoke:
fungi promises coming out of plastic windpipes
Pinocchio nose choke
pollute the global atmosphere with mint gripes

Cigar truth snubbed in a submarine ashtray
New Cuban missile...

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