Best Follicles Poems

My toes squirm
like fat little worms
through this moist soil
they let go of their convolution;
disconnect from the brain that tells them
each day
what they are
and are not.
Here...

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You can take back my adulthood
          I don't want it anymore
     ...

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Urges ushered Est’bel out of her abode –
a cottage cobbled together from cobwebs and clapboard – 
and she scuttled forth,
her nesty hair tousled
by a leaf-laced...

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Willows wheeze while traders weep
A head for softer shoulders grasped
Spread another bid too deep
On margin calling crumpled dreams collapsed

Umbrellas saved the follicles
While frozen feet alarmed...

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Bullfrogs in the belfry – get it on.
Butterflies sipping tea – get it on.
Bananas making bread – get it on.
Bubbles beyond belief – get it...

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Not To Be Used 
Isabel Serrano Hoogsteyns

Tickling began to contour my face
Cold destroyed the water 
The windmill enforced in pain
I felt powerful
Velocity, the verse of...

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She wonders where to go, clueless in her ceramic cage,
with octaves oceanic (there's an oaf in my ocarina)
But Oh! Her delight when her Breather goes...

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Bouts of lightning flashes,swirls
And lightens up the pitch, black night
Of our neck of the woods
Tailgated by stealthy footsteps 
Of growling, grunting, moaning and roaring thunder,
As...

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Gazing at the rear of my head
Many follicles are long since dead
Father Time is always sure to win
These naps are lookin' awful thin
Shall I shave...

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The answer has been my motivation,
keeping me awake through the night,
keeping me in love with my passion,
the language of my forefathers,
The answer has been given,...

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Hair today, gone tomorrow,
My follicles falling to my sorrow,
Ten thousand dollars to my surgeon,
Some people think I might be splurgin', 
But I can't wait for...

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Amid the eerie blue-white glow
she stands erect, poised and ready
to loose her awesome power.

Above the constant ebb and flow;
above our motley desperation,
gathers she strength by...

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January: is mountain of blessing where the births sing with hope for those 
Semen mentioned on this occasion to Ottoman Empire where conqueror doesn't 
Need...

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Who’s been wearing my house slippers,
I wanna know
Somebody’s been steaming up
my bathroom shower window

I wanna know
who’s been sleeping in my bed
Leaving on my pillow,
golden strands...

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Her single bouquet
of white roses
slowly expire,
in a cheap crystal vase,
atop a dust-laden
bookshelf.
Petals crying
a lover’s lament
are overheard by
out-patients of Eros
and other
nameless receivers.

She scrapes
her flushed face
against the...

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