Best Polymer Poems

A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world
Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage
and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages
Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum
Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes 
Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas
Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air
Virtually no...

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when the diver
with his deluded desire on fire
juxtaposed the diving suit
and found false gold ingots at the bottom of the sea,
he had the vision of Eden obliterated by fire,
because if immersed or submerged as a result of errors,
you find nothing inside or outside of yourself
that...

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Strips of filmy white hanging
From the crook of a limb
Catch the eye
At first mistaken for
The milky web 
Of a tent worm

Closer inspection 
Of bended bough
Reveals a small
Round empty nest
Woven out of sticks 
And strips of plastic
Dangling down 

Initially delighted and awed
By the inventiveness 
Of nature’s...

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nonsense purity
polymer
a squeezing of something
out
a tri fold with scores
of plastic, so necessarily unfulfilled 
with pictorials
a social security card,
a card from the merchant marines
with a face
eleven dollars, a fiver
and six ones, 
and a diners card
weak elbows,
furrowing brow
the smell of a polish
delicatessen on
his breath
Oh come 
all ye...

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1. Aztecs-black sun. The eternity of souls.
2. Five stages of an eclipse.
3.Total eclipse-3 minutes. Deep twilight.
4. The moon has a temporary crown (corona) that celebrates its victory.
5. Viewed from predestined location
6. A fated portent by the ancients.
7. A natural phenonoma in the present.
8. Next in...

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I just found my happy place.
Experimental modulation,
laying the perfect foundation
for a creative mind.

Live off the fruit of the land.

And 

an honest obsession with intoxication, melting your polymer thoughts, remolding them into 
metallic fantasies that feed on your every-day life.

I just found my dark side
smiling at...

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Tonight I will write
About light—
With meaning clearly
One of blossom,
Needing no catchy phrase
For illumination,
Nor word associations
With fancy twists
And tightly packed
Lofty configurations…

I simply take off
The tinted glasses of
Dimming,
Polymer combination the
Modern choice,
But I have been a traditionalist
Most my life,
And reveled in the classic
methods
When choosing shading separation
And only lately...

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You know what you want, get it. Make sure it responds to your needs - remote-control it, sub-routine it and on-demand it - wring it out.

But once you have it - something changes, doesn’t it? It loses some luster - it isn’t PERFECT, damn it....

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In the Balloonitarian religion it's believed when death comes to visit, the string holding on to life is released, slowly there's an  ascent higher into the forever sky, drifting wherever the gentle breeze carries souls,  all sins are forgiven diffusing along with the...

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like a balloon
a wind blown
plastic bag
maddeningly
nomadically
crosses 
Saharan
sands

polymer
makes for
eternal 
travel
nothing
to stand
to stop

while
pyramids

slowly


erode...

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the shamegasket…
sealed to its shame

pounding pistons
steam-hiss-bang

don’t let go
won’t let go

polymer of repression
weakening, yielding…

No!

slam-whish-clang
drive-control-wield

must…hold
can’t…help me…oh no

letting…go…now
yes, that’s it

Blow! Blow! Blow!

oil-stained junkyard
slowly spinning

slanted yellow moon
mocks twisted hearts...

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Tonight the act of naming fell through the floor.
We speak permeable solids inflect’d by light.
Things move indistinctly: a pine palette floats
momentarily from semi truck’s bed, crosses
its body with windshield; ovidian shift from a
Forest to an old faux confectioner’s swatch,
lines up songs taking fleas for fleece....

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Balloonitarian Groups believe when death comes to visit a loved one, the string attached to the balloon of life also containing the soul is released, then slowly there's an ascent delivering them higher into the forever sky, drifting wherever the gentle breeze carries souls, ...

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The day that I lost my mind, I was infinitely miniscule, barely alive in a vacuum of space. I looked around and filled that darkness with demons. It didn't hurt any less, but it wasn't as lonely. 

The day that I wanted to stop, I...

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Spider’s Wire
 
The light of the sun
Rode down the strand.
 
Photons riding a wire.
Natural polymer, most grand.
 
Slowly down the spider's web
Reflections of the sun now ebb.
 
Insect trap? Optical fiber?
Why not both and call it even?
 
Even a miracle can be analyzed.
Weighed against "right."...

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