Best Bristles Poems

...The burial ground,  groomed to greet
the gatherers of their love apocalypse
with garlands grown and sown
from the rose fire of Athena's throne,
on this day they come to mourn
the Poet who perish......

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...alarm goes off*
I sit straight up startled and scared
Just my alarm, I hit the button
Get up and go to the bathroom
I brush my teeth with my toothbrush
Scratchy, painful bristles
Toothpaste tha......

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Searching outside of myself
Far and wide
Looking into the eyes and souls of others
Seeking answers 
Looking for my missing part
Always sensing an absence

Awakening one day with tears in m......

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   His fragile limbs in a caged body 
    seeking proteins from ivy drips
     vulnerable fears hushed by whirring darkness
      paranoia draped in wavering existence of malady
       sea ......

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...I have walked past the mirror so many times,
God, I cannot believe what I see.
I once was a painter of great songs and rhymes,
Brushing rainbows and drinking muse tea.
I sang to the hearts of the......

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...A noble Black Oak tree stands tall and tranquil 
Wearing brown, old and dried crumpled leaves
Withstanding all autumn and winter storms
Without any distress or any grief
Golden fall is long gone,......

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...If bristles are mouth
I shall use them to praise
And my hairs are mouth
I shall use them to praise
For He's leading my way upon the choice I made
For roads are many and manta devours my head
In......

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...OH VINCENT

Oh Vincent, can we ever know what torments plagued you; 
what demons fought you; what images raped your senses?
It was no accident that you sent blinding blasts of brightness
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...Zurrip Zurrip
rip it, pull it, yank it free
peel your velcro heart from me;

stick it to lashes
stick it to hair
stick it to a love that's barely there.

Zurrip Zurrip
fine job you did to zi......

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...It rained on and on.
the fire in the hearth
had long died out.
hunger grew,	
frustration raged.

vultures swooped down
 to feed on flesh in the night
half willing, half resenting,
su......

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...Splashes of pink from the flowering Crabapple....haze through
the sturdy square of lemon yellow glass - framed in Knights's Armor
....at parade rest on my porch.

   Inside on the ledge, my Chris......

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...I picked up your blue hairbrush
I held it a while today
The hair between its bristles
Still smells of your hairspray

I drank my morning coffee
In the mug that has your name
On its rim still d......

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...Come find me in solitude
wheels in both hands
confined to smooth movement
legs in motion
carefully studied years before
in colored tights

On dry bed
Small rustles in the dark
swift ......

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...A frequent favor is soon a debt:
It makes cupped hands close into fists.
Now that my hands are empty,
I see your breast heave with cold dark clouds—
A sure sign of the storm to come.
A pool of s......

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...In the woods no right of way, no right to live, no right to play.
I travel quickly, as dusk is beginning. Woods are thick, on this day.
Wood tick and spider heaven, I walk gingerly, on wet old leav......

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