Best Morgues Poems

In times of a virus spreading its unruly truths I wonder why

	What matters most seems to be toilet paper

Loops and loops of the stuff and people care about their bum

Three ply of course because thin is not for survival of the fittest

Metaphors for when crap...

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Thrift shop miracles of multi-
layered mysteries,insomniac-
drifters stumbling up the highway to
a water-logged Nirvana.
Stuttering hymns to flannel saints 
who have not yet; joined the cult of
organized-nicean-rebellion.
  
Midwest slackers distressed in jeans
and in mind blood slowly becoming thick
black-tar, seeking release from big-haired-
bards &synth-pop-psychiatrist.
seeking freedom from German-hammers
& London-fog,
searching...

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Bones of rotting timbre mimic 
morgues of truth
Pleading memories of oaths to rigor 
mortised youth
Snide sacrosanct hides under 
shrouds of pride
placing careful snares under 
gleaming stares
These selective few
they ingratiate you...
Even the doubtful  few
These ephemeral ghosts clapping at 
unspoken jokes
Wheezing from their throats to 
laugh...

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GET OFF THE SHEETS
Dancing in the wild
Tossing in the deserts
Freaking in the woods
Cheering with the birds
A thunder in the midst
Shaking I open my eyes
It’s been a long night
I have to get off the sheets

Warm bath greets the day
Sweet breakfast down the throat
Another busy routine day...

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Pangie….


Adores Dirty Harry movies, his mouth 
like a wrench.
And he has no trouble finding,a most 
sexy wench!
Sticks to his principles, evil people have 
no chance.
Ah, but only if he were real, criminals could
stop their death dance.
What a mantra he has, “ Go ahead, make
my day!”
Thieves...

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dag  gon  it!  now what we gon do..i still have not fully processed it, show wish it would quit  that corona . . . . eighteen wheelers lined up  as temporary morgues.  um holding back the tears lived all...

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once upon a human

two kids named
ahmad and stan

each in his world 
loved reading Peter Pan

didn't see it coming
their dreams broken
down by the khazarian plan

they fell for their division
train 
United by same grief and
pain

so abrupt was journey's life
span

a sudden end of the line ,
so announced the...

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to nap or not to nap
whether it is glorious solitude
existing in a dream
or awake in the daymare
that age has bestowed this day
a lonely orphan from an age of bliss
wandering now bruised and battered
amidst the delusional chaos
of mirror neurons whose real gift
is not a gift at...

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They’ll take it away they’ll take it away
See them talk much of freedom
Just to take it Aa-way…
There’s talk of disruption; there was talk
Of great fear, rumour and murmur
It’s been never real clear
They’ve played in emotion on the health service too…
Elevated to a point; that whatever...

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Every shogun nation wanna be 
in war visor control
Commandeer the missile steering wheel,
be the king of the road

Likewise, imperial power lust eyes
wanna be the top wing of the hive
Taste all the money honey they see ...
rule in monarch luxury as a rogue queen bee

Those choo-choo...

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Jesus, back on the trail
Arms flail, knees rebound
Stomach crunched
I've got a hunch to escape
Equipment lodged through my brain
The rotary club
Is not worth fighting
With feet shuffled on pavement

If only, if only
I could speak with meaning
Engage a dialogue
I may not be too prophetic

But continuously lost
Wanderlust, what to...

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Verdant hills fluttered whispers of amber winds
And flowers too smiled on the face of morning
Yet, nothing was the same in season’s dawning
Disfigured by blemish on visage of new spring
When shadows of death spread indiscriminately
As a pernicious virus began flexing its virulence.

Spirits started to dampen bearing...

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Redding Poem 4
“Flying Down Interstate 5”

We departed Redding at 3:45, 
In the dead of an October night.
Those tumultuous streets were morgues then,
As we raced to the deserted Interstate 5,
Zooming across the snoozing Sacramento River,
Going at a constant speed of 85, 
Passing the snoring cities of...

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It is the only time we get to laugh at black
So de rigeur at funerals and stogy old photography.
Take Dixie Land at home in New Orleans
Parading back of happy brass from marble sculpted sepulchers.

A  mansion in mirage, a wavy misty rambling of rooms.
Their mirrors:...

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No mustard bombs are dropped
No audible or silent shots are fired
No planes are necessarily blown or hired
No flags are deliberately flown or flapped
No soldiers crossed the borders
To fight, to conquer, to kill or to die
No generals sent orders
To invade, to dismantle and to decry
However, citizens...

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