Best Boxy Poems

Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom)
has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school.
It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack.

Poor little rich girl
no beachside lovers
this interminable, scorching summer.

I’m swept up by scholastic spirit.
Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me,
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water weeps wildly
whilst washing away your
jesting foolery.
I saw the sun annihilated
	Against backdrops of liturgy
Lethargic activity that earns
	It’s title as the Earth’s endearing child
Against backdrops of monogamy,
Pedestrian thinking,
	Accelerated usage,
Lapping up mentalities from bowls of pulled poultry,
Doing nothing for the Universe, Yet stealing all unities,
Dissention and green...

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Many weeping people have come to my funeral with flowers,
      Oh the red roses are so beautiful and the lilies divine;
My dress is of the softest rosy pink and it is all chiffon and wispy,
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she's in the whoosh
feel her span through time
it's all relative
across dimensions
and into space
bigger on the inside
smaller to the seeing eye
walk around her 
you'll see
but step inside
and the venture begins
she's an old girl
stuck in the form of boxy blue
past her prime yet still as sturdy
she'll dematerialize...

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Somewhere in the dungeon of my soul 
was a memory I supressed, 
and a song, a scent 
reignited the place and time long forgot.
And I remember leaving the cocoon we called home 
I remember moving to city estate
A communist Block of dingey brick hopelessness
Four stories...

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w I n d
      swinging heavy with flakes
winter's underbelly chilling fingers and toes

on a Kyiv hill
in wounded wisps of snow
two small girls in boxy blue snowsuits
        share the plastic toboggan 
their push downward,...

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Not long ago after Christmas Eve
A prince was born with heavenly peace
In the city of Bisang-Don so cheerful
With a boxy smile and so playful

The innocent boy with grandma's love
Was very kind, sensitive, peaceful as a dove
Living in a farm with soft mild wind
He was raised...

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My ancient Underwood typewriter, dusty, boxy, charmingly obsolete
Missing p, x and m - still, imperfectly complete
Kept for its craftsmanship and for nostalgic retreat

I wrote my novel (unpublished, unshown) at sixteen
Upon this unwieldy, cranky, clunky, behemoth beige machine
No complaints on the convenience of the screen
But millennials...

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Credit Card

Put it on the credit card but pay it off quick
nothing hurts more than high interest that sticks
If you don't need it but buy it anyway
remember to enjoy it cause brother you will pay.


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Some say that some gains are not worth the risk,
and that their pursuit causes far too much pain.
They say that some things are better left the same.
They say that if it's not broken, don't fix it or make a change.

Sameness is boring and robs us...

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The black bird rests in the air
gliding over wasteland parking lot. 
His wings flap once, twice
he opens his mouth to cry out
in the cold frigid air.
Glossy dark feathers shimmer
in the white sunlight of winter.
His looming shadow passes swiftly over ground
a contrast to sparkling iridescent snow.
Landing...

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Windows 

Windows and drapes, 
Colours and shapes, 
The world outside 
Has nowhere to hide. 
But ceilings and floors
And tightly shut doors 
Witness me still 
In the shadows that spill. 

Sunrise knocks 
On windows and clocks, 
Time, old fellow,
To bathe in yellow, 
But the boxy and...

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From within the perspex booth, he flirtily inquired
 if my day so far had been fulfilling 
Duty of filling two reusable bags with thirty items
Didn't stop my silly line from spilling
"Certainly, yes - it's fulfilling me now"

His stare seemed unphased by my lame admission
Scanned groceries...

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Xylometry zaffre zacaton swirl on hyaloid "penumbra phylum". 
            "Magniloquent melodic" apodictic vinculum survey.
            "Wandering wispy whooshes" by wisps of weird warbles.
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The sweet bird songs heard at the break of dawn
Mixed with the sound of sprinklers on the lawn
Neighbors readied boats for bobs in the bay
Morning papers landed in each driveway
Boxy air units were wedged into sills
A mailman in shorts delivered the bills
I rode my bike...

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