Best Mastication Poems

A poem unlived
is a poem merely written -- 

sustenance our words

let the body digest with heartfelt
regurgitation – a poem unlived
is a poem merely written
 
as well as tasty center, a healthy chew
needs skin-like peachy, tickly sensation, 
emotive mastication – best often 
lost when discarding fussy...

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Crowds and noise and people enthralled me
When I had deciduous teeth.
And a simple thought of loneliness 
Engendered collywobbles in me.

How amicable people look when viewed with jejune eyes!

Blanketing all kinds under pristine
and untarnished label
Without contemplations and with profound celebrations,
Labelling the sweeter tongues 'good'
And tactless simpletons...

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"The Beetlejuice Past Your Eyes"


“Well, where would you suggest I commence? Should we begin with the concept of pasteurize?”

This said to the earnest listener, who views the protagonist with a bon vivant confused expression. To elicit any conversation out of said protagonist (a miracle in...

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Finding a new hiding place
the grass cutters cherish
not taking advantage is deemed extremely foolish.

Taking note of the lady who seems Scottish 
and protected by her beauty and charisma 
is a situation meant for me to act upon

With my courage, her intimidation must vanish.
I sit on...

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A fine mist of rain falls silent 
on his thin, sharp-angled face. 
He picks up the pace and tilts 
his head to the wind. He walks 
through the plundered slumber  
of crumbled poverty, abandoned, 
in human acclimation to feral 
creatures who crawl and scuff...

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A light mist of ethereous rain falls 
silent on his thin, sharp-angled
face. He lengthens his stride and 
leans toward the wind. He walks 
through plundered poverty; crumbled
by the weight of exodus. Abandoned
to the blood-rough nails scratching
on the concrete diasporas of multiethnic
history.

Past the playground echoes of...

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There is a place I know
that the locals call jellybean row
the drunk dance in the street
there is no animosity, nobody is a foe

the wind whips and curls around the battery
more complimentary then flattery
people see it as an adventure
rather then inherent danger

the car absent path of...

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Gholam startled for a second, smelling the women; 
his nose turned sharply to the east, 
Glad he would be able to rapidly 
pick up their scent after devouring his feast,

Madic had been an acquaintance of sort, 
but his slimy slippery flesh was ripe for eating,...

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above named entitled african american orthodontist 
   crowned specialist exemplary de jure by this dad
sans perfecting offset dentition of me daughter – shana – who had
quite noticeable gapped teeth – just the opposite when i was a lad
and pro bono courtesy of above...

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I AM undeniable
I AM the narcotic swimming within the pools of vulnerable veins
I AM the hypnotic liquid swirling about within a glass bottle, healing aches and pains
I AM beautiful
I AM the evening sunset embedding sweetness into fixated stares
I AM the voice of innocent children releasing...

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As sex and scars, mascara covers
The blood n liquor mingles on the bar
Draining to the vast caverns of my horrors 
While dark dreams coalesce in all my corners

I sit here wondering: What went wrong
Why did my rage drive me to the edge
As the screws turn...

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Today, our cat spent some time with the vet for his prognostication.
It had been a couple of years or so since Simba's last examination.
Simba had no say in the matter due to our paucity of conversation.
As I coaxed him into his carrying cage, he howled...

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time slides ever to the right,
neither scabrous skidding mark,
nor faint leavings of wisdom’s feast,
only gouged furrows, upturned days,

to love only ideas of love, 
inane this hate of a cruel gentle kiss,
blackened hollow, sunken chest,
banal sacraments bless clamoring voices,
blown down a narthex like noisy wraiths,
screaming attention...

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Pasted upon a placement of mastication,
Loaded with karma built up over time's ages,
Different names have different fazes wasted being locked up in this basement.
Manic depressive moments wear smiles watching caged up anger's fight, up against rages.

Glued to your machine, I picture you like spaghetti.
Audacity mocks...

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Crunch

"I don't want to read something I already know 
or which is going to slide down easily:
there has to be some crunch, 
a certain amount of resilience." 
Poet John Ashbery.

He wasn't the first one
to say it, but crunch
is spot on, as they say. 

Life could...

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