Best Garb Poems

false face ghastly garb
bellows boos by porch light halo....
no fruit or mints please...

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Rolling and turning,
the swift waters moving, like a giant earthen serpent through the blanket of green..
It's course cutting,
twisting at the base of the ancient wall..
Above it all, a scene of free flight in stall..
Black dots pepper the sky,
wings stretched, yet motionless, upon the heated air..
Bodies...

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Her clothes have left her.
They have crossed the floor,
riding a camel train of shadows.

Tights have twisted to fleshy mounds.
A bra gawps twice, spine bent.
Shoes topple over drunken heels.
A black dress climbs a black chair.

A vision of him closing the door
behind parting words.
She roams the apartment,
picks...

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Her clothes have left her.
They have crossed the floor,
riding a camel train of shadows.

Tights have twisted to fleshy mounds.
A bra gawps twice, spine bent.
Shoes topple over drunken heels.
A little black dress climbs a chair.

A vision of him closing the door -
harsh parting words.

She roams the...

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