Best Dealership Poems

she said
sleep
i thought
she said
jeep

so i
took her
for a test
drive
and

found
a few
gears
tight so
might

grease
them some
then give
another
hum

but
now i find
her body
paint was
just

cream
so i'm
enjoying
the ride
trying

to decide
should i
or could
i check
another

chassis
no she's
classy
and
i

know my
wheels are
spinning...

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Dude, guess what?
Yesterday, I got to go through my dad’s dealership
and pick out a sweet ride for my 16th birthday!
It’s a convertible, dude
It’s a hot...

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Wishing the time would stop 
I got rhymers block
But I a shine a lot 
 Listening to mines & PAC 
Music confused when my time...

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When I was a just little girl
Daddy told me a tale
About how I’d find my Prince
Then I’d wear a wedding veil

He said...

Your Prince will be...

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There she was in plain view, clean, brightly colored, and not undercover.
As nice as she was, I don’t know why she was still there and...

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Volga – 4

to the homoeopathy phial
standing on the traffic-island 
why it appears 
within her womb
the number of germinated nights
stolen without a kiss
is too little

is then...

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Ah, the life surreal.  Nothing like wearing the weirdness like a greatcoat as I sip bad hotel coffee and muse over where the last few...

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Give me the eyes to see beyond the lies in the heart
Show me your clean hands without dirt
show me your hunger for power
That leaves wanjiku...

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I
had
planned to
open a Jaguar
car Dealership in
Trafalgar Square; the
planners said "It would put 
the cat amongst the pigeons."...

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Booker MaCline stared out with his young eyes
at the rolling hills and trees of great sizes,
West Virginia’s landcape, so much different,
the plane ride here every...

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I am barely living proof that life hurts
I've had a life's worth of pain
And my regrets have been my life's work
Try to write my way...

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I stand outside pacing black bard sitting on lines of grateful destruction,
Photos of lake mass grace me trapped like snow ball cage,
Died as the sky...

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I met Elizabeth
during my flirtation with English Literature in 1963. 
Another lesbian, 
pretty blonde with 
soft hands and beautiful legs. 
I used to pick up...

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He dreamt of car races and our sunny California beaches.
Of tanned women playing volleyball. Yes, all were within his vibrant reach.
Porsche-mania, though was his all.
Some talk...

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Air bags not deploying is not very good,
would bring to the dealership if I could,
my imagination,
in station wagon,
job a crash test dummy with flesh and...

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