Best Plaster Poems

the holes in the walls are all patched
and the plaster is dry
the broken glass is swept away
or turned to sand

I only want that when I...

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In Ordinary Cups

The blades of winter grind into the ice
like blood on a bitten lip
two lovers spin and twirl
The days pass from teacup to teacup
in...

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Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the...

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FROM A HOSPITAL BED
Wordancer

Even if I’m dizzy with an aching head, 
I must not disturb the others in the beds
In this hospital ward where not...

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Make Do and Mend,

Years ago we had jobs
We had fun and money in our pocket
Things were much better then
Once you could go out the door
And...

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Fractals.

Spawn of iterating quadratic functions.  
Choreographers of cosmic conjunctions.
Impervious to human dysfunctions.

Makers of multiverses.  Encoders of creations.   
Limited only by imaginations.

Recursive....

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Welcome to the Bijou

Sometimes the creepiest places are old.
There’s a smell to them of stale nicotine
and rancid oil.

The denizens are often as ancient
as the peeling...

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It don’t really matter   

If Plaster of Paris is not made in France
If Ginger and Fred never learned how to dance
If shoestring potatoes...

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Our dinner, boiled to death root vegetables, we swallow in silence as night closes-in on the school. The co-opted Buddhist monastery housing us empties its...

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...Now I ain't without notoriety,
Fact is.. I'm an old stalker with a walker.
She was big in the Purple Hat Society
and broke her hip,...while playing soccer.

When...

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Where do I begin
To ask the question
And do I divulge my sin
Reveal obsession
Please I need your wise advice
I’m walking on thin ice
What if I pay...

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lit up with the power to attract and excite
and framed by a window of the toy shop that night
a miniature world of trains, bridges and...

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Written: October 10, 2023   
Night Bewitches                  ...

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Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth...

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I still hear    the stray cat clink of your teeth
       smell    a rage...

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