Best Creosote Poems

A diverse array of flora and fauna reign majestic 
in vivid tawny imagery of shifting sand dunes 
and barren rocks-- sixteen miles
from the golden rays of western tomorrow.

Time is played out in crucial moments of emptiness
lying in solitude and intimate loneliness.
Sun-kissed miles of unshaded secrets
seeping...

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Talk to me

Creosote poisons 
Rattlesnakes bite
And the white bird sings
In the night
There’s a hollow in the night
Following the footsteps
Your eyes are cryptic

You got a shadow over you
I can see your soul
I can see your face

There’s a shadow over you.
Evil is your friend
Circles flat and long
Bring...

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Harsh sunlight beats upon the thirsty land
And glares upon the limestone cliffs and sand,
   While waves of heat rise shimmering, above
The parched loam where the great saguaros stand.

And perched up high among the spines thereof	
There broods in camouflage a mother dove,
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Back Creek Smells 
My nose senses the unseen, 
Like a final Act’s scene, 
When I arrive near the Bay, 
I sense my sinuses are gray, 
From inhaling  the city. 
Fish scents replace the gritty, 
Creosote soaked wharves, 
Instead of perfumed scarves. 
Smelling imitates tasting,...

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Desert Morning

A stiff little north breeze, still cold from the night, shoves warm condensate into my fists and face from my coffee.
It was good to assemble that coffee.
Then a little weed.
A beautiful new morning sun and sky.
All my senses are awake and acquiring data.
The same...

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It was a long walk, with time heeling at my shadow. 
(and somewhere miles away the garage door closed, and the exhaust flowed,
and a small dog died in her limp arms)
I was friendly with God. Only with small trepidation did I drink from the sordid...

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The Last Spike

Helios orb peers cautiously
 with guarded optimism
 through cracker-slatted clouds
as Thor's divine implement
 shatters the morning stillness with the clap of a sonic boom

Mere mortals assigned Herculean tasks
 trill a gospel cadence,
 their labors heralded as glistening ribbons stretch yon and hither,
 a...

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The gravel grinds 
Beneath the tires of my car. 
Bumpity bumpity bump, 
Air rushes under the car 
For a split second 
Until the old rubber 
Hits the pavement once more. 
All the houses are behind me now, 
The gas station too. 
The town is in...

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let us say the summer that year
was a cliché to its lovers.
And its once open windows stood 
firm
against Prying Eyes.
Perhaps the silver 
smoke of automobiles rose toward the waiting sun that
climbed so eagerly. we didn’t know.

Summer was a witness
A watcher
Tracking our movements, counting our 
numbered...

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In the back of my head, in the garden shed,
I see him as clearly as fresh white paint:
A little boy sat on the creosote floor, 
Dragged grazed knees hugged up to his chin, 
So familiar, so resonant and never faint. 
He shivers and weeps on...

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The tent of Autumn is wet,
Nights as dark as creosote,
Days that fall like

Mother apples which bruise
With cold sweetness.
The impending conspiracy of

Frost;Laburnums stripped to
Bare frames, each fox pulled
By the neck into the

Hedgerows.Let go, curled leaf,
You are tired and dragged with sleep,
And can not look the snow...

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Boxed in
and filled with sand
like a dry ocean
the towering
creosote soaked pillions
take the form 
of an old shipwreck
with riggings, planks
and a captain's wheel.
Paid by the commons
for the children to enjoy.
"Aye scalawags all aboard,"
shouts a portly 
pint size scoundrel.
Hence heed the call 
and came skipping
from his yard
none...

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the angel on the mantel 
comes from an old wagon road 
that cuts from desert brush
into the burnished hills
where creosote breaks up and scatters 
at the base of the Chiricahuas
where Fort Bowie Calvary slaughtered 
Apache braves
where an old cancerous man treks
miles of primitive trail
into the...

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April and the clocks forward spring,
our cricket practice gets in full swing.
Nets to untangle from their poles,
players to call and enrol.

Gang mowers to grease and oil,
the team kit-bag to disembroil.
Green stained pads to whiten bright,
fixture lists to expedite.

Mend the sight screen's rickety panels,
coax another season...

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Winding lines of cars
Stop and go on black paved roads
Driving down the shore

Bright umbrellas pose
Sitting on a sandy beach
Lolling in the sun

The smell of hot dogs 
salty air and creosote
Float in mid-day air

Little children play
building castles made of sand
near a deep blue sea

A delightful book
Floppy...

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