Best Maladroit Poems

The child is maladroit.
you should not take him in.
There are too many precious vases
on which he might lean.

Or he might slip and smack his head
against a glass display.
Let him stay until he’s grown
or he’ll ruin our day.

Remember once that just by chance 
he broke don...

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A cracked and empty skull
makes a beautiful flower pot,
desk tidy or paperweight.

Place a nightlight in that osseus cave
and it will become a small table lamp.

Through the ages
monks have harvested skulls;
some sanctuaries and chapels
are built on human bones
and the skulls form their central alter.

Mystics understand
that this...

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Resting in Benign Pleasure
By Sy Roth 

They watched me, 
Waiting for a segue.
Continuously gazing at me 
A waxen bowl of fruit
Tantalizing, 
Clinging to my every move
Like lichen on the leeward side of an ancient oak,
Like barnacles on the underbelly of a ship 
Gasping expectantly 
Awaiting...

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