Best Erasures Poems

Butterfly soars
O’er charred, black, Forest floor
…Life returns once more…
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Shavings of eraser skin clot her eyelashes
And she’s afraid to blink
Because she doesn’t want the flakes to drop in her eyes
It all hung above her...

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It's goodbye to mad Frankie Fraser
The East Ends gangster appraiser
So loyal to the Kray's
To his very last day
One the Sixties ultimate erasures




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     by how many badbyes can you measure the length of your day

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Over a yellow River of {Drunken} Smiles,
 
A Dove, faded by erasures and weeks
 
suffocating Crashing rotten Joy--- ****** Smell of Arrested Motion
 
Coming swift...

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Not sure when all of this started
Maybe the day sanity departed
But now I find that I like to chew
On anything the color of blue

The transition...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - III by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham:...

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Into what wisp of cloud or clod did my poem flee?
Into what minuscular pinch of diaphanous, free-floating empyreal, stratospheric air did my figurative furled parchment...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - I by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham:...

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Somehow they must think;
He’s impervious to pain;
Like some sort of superman;
One might dare to surmise;
    But he’s not who they think he...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - II by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham:...

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Eractive verses
dissolve in
circumvented
waves of
irreal words
& surreal swords
(mill for the grist)

Versating ellisions
mutate in
discombobulated
wordclouds of
maloverted lords
& diverted hordes
     
Egestive extremism
emerges from
specious endgames
& epic...

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Wrinkles in time produce erasures of mind
Loving you with only the faint residue of who I am
Like a hard drive wiped clean
But the user’s sweat...

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That-to-that; hither then thither…
Here I am with my special child
exuberantly racing as one
around love’s bonding moments
driving pencils, propelled by hope
zooming upward, sliding downward
toward flight destination~~~

Dot-to-dot…...

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You find old poems in the attic
in a box with the Remington Rand
you wrote them on in the Sixties
before computers were born.

They were published then...

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