Best Centrifuge Poems

Searching for love is like a centrifuge ...
you gotta separate the chaff from the wheat,
you have to separate the sour from the sweet
Searching has you...

Read more of this work...

The butterflies flew off some weeks ago.
Pools of blood from my pierced heart have dried up.
My feelings leak insignificant flow -
I no longer drink from...

Read more of this work...

No one can see my eyes
they a covered with dark sunglasses
Dark as my soul and my thoughts

When life goes in grim backstreets
it's reflected by a...

Read more of this work...

There’s rain in my brain,
A pitter patter on the old grey matter,
Cats and dogs in the cerebral cogs,
A shower dampening my mental power.
There’s precipitation in...

Read more of this work...

A grim, gray day,
endless rain coming in off the ocean.
Endless calls from other people,
"What part do we need for this?"
"Can you order it for us?"
"A...

Read more of this work...

Here
In this centrifuge of sanctimony
Where I sip the atrophied air of my ancestors
The shipwrecked tide of my unborn children
Angels dangle from a precipice of silence
Strained...

Read more of this work...

On Saturnian nights I rise; 
homing in on apogee and perigee, 
my soul rises.

Free-floating energy mingles, 
with crackling static; 
my body feels nothing and I...

Read more of this work...

Today is the birthday of that
long gone soul. The one spinning
in the centrifuge, even now,
on the counter, as the technician
in the lab coat pulls seven...

Read more of this work...

With her hand, she drew perfect circles,
from balloons to bicycles, perfectly formed.
Devine, her lines were always exactly right,
she had the eye and the appetite.
To compensate,...

Read more of this work...

Childhood days knew frivolous fun.
Nights brought fears one by one.

Possessions were many we needed naught.
My heart ached for the love I sought.

Manicured yards brought flowers...

Read more of this work...

seconds, minutes, hours
round the crystal centrifuge
through all hows and whys...

Read more of this work...

To western seige we're a stooge
Dancing like drunkards in deluge
We sow our seeds in centrifuge.
What race gladly ruins her refuge?

Free souls strolling behind bars
Brave recruits...

Read more of this work...

I think about the moments
as they hover, make contact, disappear
as if forever might prove 
to be negotiable; there was
exchange, not so?  Something
about recall discerns...

Read more of this work...

Manifestation of métier write

As an indie alt rock'n 
tribe beck ha rolling stone dishabille poet,
who views challenge of writing analogous
to begetting an heir or heiress,
which...

Read more of this work...

Haunted by fears of abandonment he lived a life of counter measures
always aloof, his deceptions were a well rehearsed performance;
ultimately judged as inconsiderate and unforgivable;
And...

Read more of this work...