Best Litters Poems

You probably don't think much of me
save for the season of spring
when your lawn litters itself
with giant over-buttered popcorn

(birds that think they can sing,
supersonic sneezes?
those...

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ASP OF GRIEF

She buries her head upon this asp of grief —
soft with reptilian fangs, hard with poison.
Her covetous husband lies upon the Nile’s reef.
She...

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Percussion plays once in a while beyond its curtain
In duo with the flash of paparazzi’s capturing film
Prelude to an exhilaration of blissful days’ chain
Where rain...

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BRIDAL   DRESS FOR THE HAWTHORN TREE

In  the  church  garden   fair,
One glorious  May day  near the ides...

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Ballad of Smorgasbord Cat

Once upon a hot July night
Smorgasbord Cat was born, not right.
The only kitten born with clothes,
She came out wearing pantyhose.

Blue bellbottoms when...

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The rain pours down on the city. 
A sense of putrid disgust fills the air, 
as trash litters the streets 
and grime grows in every...

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Mother Rat

The queen of common suffering
is a pregnant rat.
She lifts a perfume atomizer
from a dumpster-

for its chandelier glint,
lilac smell,
mint vodka taste,
soft squeeze-bulb feel,
and 'pfffit pfffit'...

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They flow out of a pocket of sky,
a door in the air no one saw
until dark wings shower
over our heads.

Their plumage has a metallic sheen,
as...

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That was then
when the truth was a lie
scorching the bitter tongue
of unseen circumstances
that crawled on the belly of youthful unrest
running toward the darker quarters
where Angels...

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Pleasure primes pain,
Wit wonders why?
Glimpse gutsy gain,
Style sanguine sigh.


Fancy feels faint,
Big blossoms bulge;
***** questions quaint,
Ideas indulge.


Prompt payment plays,
Ask apt award;
Death delays day,
Reap real reward.


Action aids...

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Thy songs oh throng, 
Scattered as litters on the floor:
Thy message without language, 
Shattered by the wind, faint and poor.

Thy voice, thy choice 
Of words...

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Street lamps still lighted
night has retired and faded
a new day unfolds

heavens rolled darkness
tucked it away for the sun
to give light and shine

in the horizon
a golden...

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As I wash these dishes. 
I wash the wishes 
from these tired and ruined hands. 

I look out into the street 
with a thousand yard...

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under my bed                      ...

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She loves her family... 
her husband, her children, her pups and kitty. 
She loves the color purple. 
She loves the Goddess, 
all her special potions...

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