Best Des Moines Poems

Schizophrenic tendencies
Stealing useless sh*t like a kleptomaniacal king 
Laughing and tip toeing to the closet
While listening to the faucet drip
Freaking out my third eye blinking stunting your growth with a lean
Heavy petting in front of you
Sucks to think about you and actually think that I...

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I was drifting north, looking out for work,
found myself in Iowa, in Des Moines,
a polka band was holding a concert,
they needed roadies, so I thought I’d join.

The work was easy, just moving heavy things,
and helping local seniors to the show,
plentiful beer, a big floor to...

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Looking backward one can see so clearly. 
The priceless diamond held loosely in hand. 
Did not seem as vital but merely
What most every kid had in the heartland. 

The sidelines were of no significance
For the players with no one in the stands. 
But for me...

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There was a shy man from Des Moines
Experience-less but with coin
Dragged to a whore house
He said to her blouse
Watch out Ma’am, your bloomers are showing....

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...Now Des Moines is a fine heartland town,
not a Sodom on the Pacific,
as minds returned, realization came
and the people found it quite horrific.

They didn’t know who had drugged the beer,
bo one had seen that woman of man,
but something like this needed a fall guy,
so they...

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I was terrified of a Des Moines move
To me this was a big city
I was from a town of three thousand
I did not think people would neighbor there
I had been to New York City once
During the garbage strike
Rats were all over the streets
with their hideously...

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Sweat down my back
Smelly glands. 
My energy gone
Cannot remember feeling comfortable
Des Moines in August...

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During the famous Des Moines rumble
Sixteen boys landed in a giant jumble
No one bragged for they were horribly humble
Soccer ball was lost in this mad fumble...

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You are moving to a big city?
You will be murdered before you get out of your car
Thugs will take your purse and use your I-phone
Rapists will break in at night and maybe kill you
What big city is it?
Des Moines

Oh, man, I have heard of that...

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Interstate 80 Des Moines Iowa January of 1981
I was driving a new red Mustang with T-tops
I felt sizzling hot

Everyone ahead of me was inching along
What is wrong with all these OLD people?
I raced around them

I had never heard of black ice
And now I was its...

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