Best Crimp Poems

Wipe that silly grin from your face, boy
I am a woman, but certainly not a wimp
Watch me roll with the punches, tough guy
It'll take more than your words my style to crimp


    Hey, babe, your style really sucks
    Call...

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there dwells a darkness in us all
          those shadows trembling faintly
               to give our dearest debt its pall
    ...

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Don't open your eyes!
          Horrid sounds - screams and scratching,
     an odor of dour demise scrapes your senses sore,

Twisting as a retch in your gut.
       ...

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A true story.

Here I was,
23 or 24...
Classed an "Executive"
NYC Dept Store Chain,
"Executive" label meant
I could work overtime
For one half of my normal salary...
But a fool sees stars
Where he should see crime

Promoted "Furniture Buyer"....
Big Ticket spot....
They seemed out to prove
Smart I was not.

Big Furniture Market,
High Point,...

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They sit there in a glass, looking so forlorn
The old lady was as gummy, as the day that she was born

She ate her food without them, her nose nearly reaching her chin
I ask why not wear your dentures, why not just pop them in.

She looked...

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oh -
prithee, my
darling ...
let me hear you whisper -
mold a heart with
those perfect bows ...
crimp them, coy and parted,
ever-so-slightly -
tenderly puff that
absinthe-sweet breath
upon this delicious
eventide air ...

kiss the charmed
twilight mist into my ear,
decorated by those
little words I yearn for -
send, soft, to my
tympans and my...

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i love you ...
to the cold marrow, i do
beastess of black
the art of you, ritualistic, raw
all your names wrap me, winged and wondrous
tempt me, tepid, dragon
i dream of the chase ... in timeless space
wispy, winding the world
biting my tongue with a bitter citrus
or dripping with...

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My hands caress the curious shapes
And search for hidden cracks and nooks
Like blind men touch a lover’s face.
At last a probing finger hooks

Around the slender sandstone waist
Of a small pillar. On a ledge
I stand on tip toe. High above
My fingertips just reach an edge

That juts...

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It could also be a return to something simple, 
a world of closed loops 
where kinks and corners weren't invented, 
where animals mixed and organelles 
slipped through each other, 
eating inside each other 
within impossible rooms of gelatin.

Out here, we hold the line 
cold and...

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Let us dine on sugar-spun moonlight: 
an exquisite treat that
Fills our bellies and sticks to our teeth,
The nostalgic taste of White Rabbit candy,
Creamily sweet, wrapped in rice paper.
We shall be weightless, infinite, 
Childish for once. 

Regret not, my friend, for the breeze is soft tonight
As...

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I observe palls of leaves, drifting on the wind 
       Compelling me to write, but my page keeps going limp
            Fraying along straight edges, curling into crimp,
 ...

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I feel my ears pop,
As the light above me increases ...
Columns of purple sunshine shimmer and dance.
I swim up out of the cool, inky blackness of the depths,

And finally reach the surface, head bobbing like a balloon,
Frilly slits on my neck closing up and sealing,...

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The lacquer, the tease, the crimp, of the hair
as we go out in style, mesh tops with flair
the motley choices of fashion pronounced
by the neon signs on our t-shirts no doubt.

Bobby socks and crop tops, spangled and bright,
all bangles and pearls to represent a Mardi...

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Oh Younger Self!

Don’t be behind at saying what you want, 
Just because you never did have the font, 
Regression exists in us if we fail to specify, 
Objectifying later, our questions to quantify.

Believe only in the people you trust and obey, 
Don’t quantify because you’re...

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Tiny little waves linger on top of grandma’s pond,
they wrinkle and crimp with each shift of water-
Of this reverie on Lake Michigan I’ve always been fond,
and now I get to travel there and show my daughter. 

Ruffles and ridges, pleats without an end in sight,
such...

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