Best Mattresses Poems

I walk along the old familiar path in the wood of my childhood -
the place that I willingly abandoned  
for the lure of new...

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they say everything here is
somewhere in the middle of the road
where names get bleached and keys forget about their doors
and there is something we should...

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Unquotable Quotes VIIIL : SEXUAL HARASSMENT* - the feminist kind

(*”aggressive pressure or intimidation”: Is it really “any different” in most cases in the act, judging...

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Spending the Night in a Temple

The ice rains hard upon the temple walls
As the fires within keep the visitors warm
The 2 brothers deep in a...

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A fragrance, the tangy dagger
of plums down a road,
sugary kisses on teeth,
juices of life, seeping through fingers,
in sweet ripening flesh,
of meadows, haystacks, the hungry
hiding places...

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Those who climb mountains
	live forever
	unless they fall.
They only drink icicle drip
	and chew thorns.
Their soles are like thin mattresses
	that are well used.

They breathe tinted air,
	unfiltered.
Over and...

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Many children are picky eaters and I confess I was one 
It's a challenge to many parents and not a battle to be won
For trying...

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Moon flower

You lay on white cotton sheets with the hospital logo imprinted
on the cloth and on the fabric of your life talcum powder for
your bed...

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OUR LIFE
The word 
That word, you know what it is. 
The word that you call us  that describes us like were a pig 

You...

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Our lives and our time
Fired useless
Into the air
Toy cap gun shots
Those winter palaces unstormed
No tax offices ransacked
Where is utopia I asked
And no-one knew
They looked at...

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Dream Keys
      by Odin Roark

A NY mantra
Rent the rentable
Move the movable
Key the keyable

Apartments

Four-wall-guardian of yesterday’s youth
Vacuous cellmates of old age...

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It was cold in New York City. In the dark,
alley, behind the lavish buildings among the
super rich, roam the forgotten.

   Waiting in line...

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Froth
           by Odin Roark

Come
Be my operator
Me your camera

Medium shot
Lower Manhattan sidewalk café
He in Armani suit...

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There are so many ways 
To use some lovely feathers
As a duster or head dress 
It even goes with leather

I hear you have nice earrings
when...

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large yellow diesel machines coughed
coughed thick black smoke, caught their breath
struggled convulsively and after a series of loud farts
assorted groans and mechanical creaks  ...

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