Best Mushed Poems

Your words lance through to bone, acid sizzling into every hole
I haven't filled in, yet I dig, and ponder, and dig, filling in.

I still rock where the echoes of door slammed shut, bounce around
like a crazed nut of truth, crazed distorted view, walls where none...

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I was a happy little water droplet
Playing in a cloud
Until lightning struck 
And thunder clapped loud
Stopping all my mirth
Dropping me to earth

Joining many others
Of my sisters and brothers
Bobbing wild and rampant
In a surging torrent
Towards a dam
Causing quite a jam

In a pipe so black
With no way...

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ALUMINUM SIDING

my heart is buried behind the aluminum siding,
trapped inside that bubbly feeling i’d get when your arms would graze my waist,
in the late night bus rides when the light slipping through the shutters swathed your smirk in soft, blazing bandages.
you called me darling back...

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Bananas

Here come the sailors of the Seventh Fleet
With their bananas ripe, ready to eat
The ladies, they like them firm
Musty one’s make them squirm
Why can’t liberty always be so sweet!

Limes

They’re green and round not yellow and curvy
Bruised or mushed never—topsy turvy!
Peeled back skin often slimy
Best citrus...

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Pink's the color of your lips
That I softly gently kiss
When your in my arms so tight
With hugs lasting morning and night

Pink polish being carefully
Put on so I can look pretty
For this special loving day
Of feelings that will always stay

Flowers of pink, yellow and blue
On tables...

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That dirty green hearse (the
     first one I'd ever seen)
Mushed through traffic
Like a Notre Dame back
     on a muddy field.
Dripped slush, tears
Aiming straight down
A hollow cheek
     and left to mingle
   ...

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Mary, Mary how contrary
why does your garden grow?
with old tin cans and frying pans
and muddy boots all in a row.

Car piled high with spider's webs
Their spindly smiles, their lovely legs.
Come and say 'Good mourn ye all'
'We live here now and have a ball'

Inside your hut...

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In loving memory of Silly

The ominous clouds brew, icy darkness looms,
Evil cackle flashes sparks of its menacing fangs,
Sinking them deep into my soft yellow downy,
Yanking me apart, leaving me naked and lonely.

I shiver, tremble and chatter.
Mama, mama, where have you been?
I look at my nest...

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A lonely little daisy sits in a field, whilst the world is passing by.
its a nice summers day, and the birds are in the trees
theres a beautiful big sun in the sky.

The daisy is all alone because her family have gone, and they are nowhere...

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Waiting for chips*
Hungry at noon
Vinegar, salt
Use a fork not a spoon

Eat by the sea
Where the waves are unhurried
Peas that are mushed
Sauce that is curried

Two slices of bread
A chip butty create
Overloading my buds 
Luscious carbohydrate

There are pies. There are peas
There is gravy and fish
Loading it all...

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Gale force winds have blown away the top of his skull

Impaled by a fallen tree with the prison of his mind exposed

Tim’s pierced splintered and dismembered fragments

mash freely with mushed grey matter ready for take off


A lobotomy of sorts a wholesale removal of a vanishing...

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I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze

soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy add a pose

zing losing battle –...

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Sweat broke my line of vision,
I couldn't see clearly, these demons were coming down hard,
Each blow shattering the little resistance I held onto,
Mercy wasn't a mantra these Gods acknowledged nor uttered,
Bruised lips and broken fingernails scattered like confetti across these pavements,
These pavements I called home,
Never...

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It's Spring but the snow still comes down.
It falls till it covers the ground.
It melts and then freezes, 
I'm up to my kneeses,
In mud, slush and snow by the pound.

I saw the first Robin today,
Wearing toque, scarf and boots in a sleigh.
It was too cold...

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the beat rushes
rushes through
through my body

it has 
         power
                   strength
         ...

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