Best Maladjusted Poems

Can't cope so forgive me
I see the world in true form,
Not the fantasy easily reached and perceived.
Truth is the standing which resonates,
a strange sense of...

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Something inside of me has died.
On several occasions to myself I have lied.
My blackened heart in the palm of my hand
Offering it to you just...

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Written in summer of 1976.


I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessmen from Campbell Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed...

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How I Got Rich and What Happened Then

I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessman from Campbell's Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each...

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Eye  control darkness
Standing in creek consciousness
Eye pain portal
Me maladjusted myalgia
Hyposyncratic virilence
It tick, me tick
Bit me
Me sick
Loads shells, no click

Arabic apotheosis shrouded in defamation
Famine lives...

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"Smooth Big Cat"



He was one of those guys you just knew would be a dud. "Be nice", she said to herself.

She met him on the...

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Don't point your finger
           and indict me as a spoilt child.
    ...

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Do you? 
Fasten procrastination against the bed sheets of discontented motivation?
Sleeping into oblivion with depression settling in?
Becoming a recipient of insidious stigmatization?

Or, Do you? 
Pull...

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K through Twelve,
it's called.

Students and teachers
walk the halls.

From beginning to end
behaving like they should

Or else. . .

One knows that
the attic is filled with cobwebs,
of course,
and...

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In America’s Pragmatism,
the urgent question is "of" individual sanctity
now can be tweeted as:
“what is the Pragmatic or Aesthetic function "of"
******** or PUSSY, anyway?”

and "of"...

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Gemstones on a shoreline
maladjusted to the saltiness of fallen tears
basted in the din of sunbeam atoms colliding
the neap, a resting time from mortal waveforms
towed beneath...

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Here I rise... Surrounded by souls but still all alone
Born just ramble and bound just to roam
Nothingness is my name and nowhere is my home

Here...

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Classes started up again today. Soon, we’ll be gloriously stressed, and clocked-up on whatever. Our hearts will swell to the pre-med symphony - a frantic...

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He struggles with emotions
He struggles with emotional wounds
He struggles alone unable to share
He struggles alone slowly self destructing
For his well of tears is dried up...

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The tired and the hungry
the broken and the poor
shattered...all but scattered
a home without a door

South of the equator
exploited and ignored
squatters live in squalor
engrossed in civil...

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