Best Crusting Poems

Muffins, Doritos and Cheetos, Oh My! (A Bulimic’s Tale)

There is a hole in her core she must sate.
So, she drives to the grocery store before it’s too late.

She steers the cart in search of junk food.
She spots a case of cupcakes that can ease her...

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Grant me pancakes trolleys
Rocket-fueled swingsets
Marmalade mountains
with high-crusting cream.
Seattle strings its polite passers
Among misting choirs of clouds,
So begging I go for dixie cups of chili
Steaming block by block, as a harsh July
Has every fourth day blue.
I wish for weather with wiggling hues
of pinks, rouge, and mauve,
Landscaped...

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needs no introduction
nor permission  
to be anything.  
He does not request  
to spread his arms wide  
and reach the heavens.  
His words are unmoored.  
They flow and change,  
remaking things  
before the world sees them.  
His...

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Unless…
        by Odin Roark

Seems just yesterday the sun arced
Over precarious ice
The street’s one elm
Leaned its naked branches with the wind Bringing winter’s announcement

A Coney Island cat crouched puzzled
Gradual crusting snow layering
The boardwalk a ribbon of white awaiting the...

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Here
I am here.
...a small weathered grey stone in the middle of an ecru cube
I am, as if woven with willowy white by spider to this chair
shedding my last skins
molting, melting, swelling, crusting over 
a dampened facade of makeup… 
and hidden band aids

and instead of drinking

Coffee
in...

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Braised by the sparkle of snow on the ground.
Drawn by a tapered moon.
Chilled by the air you rise to hound
then startled by the crumpled tune.

Mist floating heavy with sweat on the banks.
Damp to the open mouth.
Ice crusting over to give it's thanks
with winds giving way...

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As the moon smiles upside down her face 
turning on the box so to speak ill news
All one hears the devil's hate
wars and killings
Then switching of the poison 
finding such pure peace 
birds of all song singing in the air their magic gracing tunes
Alone listening...

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Open eyes to first light,
Sun warming my fur shining bright,
Soft blanket under my cheek
Couch a brown so bleak.

No responsibilities today,
Watching the bird feeder sway,
Sleep crusting my eyes,
Looking at the skies.

Slowly getting up,
Lapping coffee out of an abandoned cup,
Puppy ate the trash,
Took the fish head to...

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the lonely traveler pauses
to contemplate the road sign
ahead
the decision of deciding
a path
that has no foreseeable ending
just another choice 
to be made and lived
with

like a gambler
the rambler rolls
down a dusty road
continually chasing
the sunset
that lights the cirrus clouds
in the shape of flying crosses
and holds the promise
of a...

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"Time Is…”

Time is the generous giver,

Which got me to thinking of the sea,

Through cosmic ebb and constraining flow,

I grabbed the knob and opened the door,

Opened the door to the remissive sonorous past,

Waves of effervescent ocean foam lapped at my knees,

My ten toes searched futilely-

The well-springs...

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Where are you this night, Serenity?
With plains of dying tears
Crusting upon the soaked lashes
Deep bleeding heart aches 
Painfully laden with twisted betrayal
Sharp you are this night Serenity
Words piercing like swords
Wrapped in flames, scorching
Glossy eyes reflect a pain that cannot be fabricated
Stacked glass crashes over 
Lacerating...

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what's an ahab to do?
hot to trot on the beach
salt crusting my mouth
baked and begging to take a stab at whale tail

harpoon in hand, i make a splash
diving down to the floor
an ocean undulating, feet flailing wildly
i breach the surface then gasp for air

unable to...

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but I'm cooking

going out...

     but just looking,

Do You find this so amusing?
             all your using confusing
             ...

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The evils enter your body and manifest into millions of chambered objects
revolving around a stem of beating flesh. Hollowing you in like a starving child
they hide you away from the light and live off your existence. They fear not like
we. They are bewildered by our...

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The Bus Incidents 
The Bus Incidents 
The one hour bus ride and the things we have to find to write about the less said 
the better 
has been dethroned today eye am a better than all of that myself eye am a poet in 
the...

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