Best Exhaust Fumes Poems

Someone who knows
Said You were an old ancient Tree,
But at the time, it didn’t really matter, 
Or seem important to me.
I knew You only for...

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My
eyes are 
sorely touched
with the harsh flash
of puce and pink-red
exhaust fumes leak lazy 
from the line of matchbox cars
clogging humanities sewers
lungs gasp   at...

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Passages trail the utter existence
along brick faced wanderings
with puddles reflecting death
in the vast wasteland that calls
from bled out dreams

I listen to the footsteps,
eager to please,...

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She sat outside the coffee shop elbows 
propped up on a small circular blue metal table 
with a frosted glass top, starring intently 
at morning...

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My memory is like an ill-tempered old car
that refuses to start
on cold, miserable mornings...
or sometimes stutters
and shudders to life
in fits and starts with rattling parts

Names...

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Lost in Youth

Rainbows in the clouds, walking on  railroad tracks , locomotives up close 
Kickball games , I am left footed, spooky reflections in...

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Mama ate her collard greens with raw onions, pinching a 
morsel of greens with sweet cornbread, as juicy pork 
neckbones lay naked of meat. 

The...

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Exhaust fumes and flower blooms
Acrid smells, gentler scents
& pungent decay
Hot molten gold flows out of a clear 
blue sky
Cars rumble down streets made into 
alleys...

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city - day
bustle, exhaust, fumes
moving on......

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Unquotable quotes – XII

To catch a monkey, you need a young coconut with three holes for eyes ; bore a hole in one and wait...

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WHO IS YOUR NEIGHBOR

Forty feet high and circumference of six feet, my neighbor is a massive Saguaro cactus 
It can be a source of sorrow...

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Watching her board bathed in fog at the station
Spectacles slide down the bridge of his nose
Usually a blur, not in this situation
Smudges can’t hide every...

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Limerick : Once a Briton in the Tour de France

Once a Briton in the Tour de France
Smoked cigars drank Champagne made bike dance
From Versailles to...

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cars pass by
the hospital
by the crematory
and emit exhaust fumes
and the chimneys
by the crematory
they emit smoke
emit the dead
from Dante's Inferno
and we breathe them
we breathe death
and sneeze...

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And the colored girls sing  (A tribute to Lou Reed)
 

“Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets”

Dragging the soul of a contender
who painted...

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