Best Gutting Poems

My father hauled a dead sea turtle
     from a beach in the Florida Keys
       ...

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It's complicated
The way she looks at him
Not the way it used to be
When he had held her gaze
She had expected to love him all of...

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And you will know me by the trail of dead,
the whistle of wind in cutthroat pipes,
the jolly japes and spring heeled capers
in the sepia pulp...

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it's just the guilt of being me
that makes the light too dim to see,
that stands in the way of being free.
that little spot that disagrees
and...

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i read indulgence mid scripted words

breaking all the rules and then some,

what be greater than gutting & swallowing

uttermost concentration of language

critically consummated or otherwise,

communing within...

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With a load of worries on your shoulders
You dolefully trudge on your path of life,
Evading any ditches or stray boulders
Craving for a life free of...

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now that Chavez is dead,
the american oil companies
chomping at the bit
begin to salivate & lick their lips,
seething
with the foam
of potent country-gutting
rabies---
for while he was alive,
Venezuela...

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Bands of sunlight
Streamed through the curtains
Woke up to a glorious spring day
In Lowndes County Georgia 1918
Little Sara and Clint jumped in our bed
For morning hugs...

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The last time you felt good, you played along with them, and they were fooled
The feeling inside was blue and you always considered the suicide...

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My deplorable emotional collapse. 

Lucky for me, she happened to be in her many hour siestas!

My dear sister amelie came over (previously arranged to pick...

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"Sick Art"



I walk the streets
still and quiet
I do not lie
I do not betray
what the heart belies
pickled kidneys 

I am a ghost
of my former self

ears lent...

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I gave you my soul, I trusted you.
You inspire the things I do.
You made me feel warm with emotion
I gave you my life, I gave...

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Your words were like weapons
They pierced right through my soul
It's like you had them all picked
From your own arsenal

You started with granades
Blowing up all of...

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Pocket-Memories
           by Odin Roark

Layers of love are never lost
Even after a good bath

How long had...

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Plumbing problems in several a nightmare,
closing stores for 6 months which is rare,
gutting them out,
security abound,
shoppers unprepared and downright scared.








11-21-16...

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