Best Rubber Poems

viscera wound tighter
   than the tightest rubber ball
   never mind bouncing off the walls
   guts like a pinball machine
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The scent of your soul

a caramalized breeze of fruit odours

reverbrating softly through my memory

Throwing me right back in ninth grade 

where we sat side by...

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The scent of your soul
a caramelized breeze of fruit odours
reverberating softly through my memory
Throwing me right back into ninth grade
where we sat side by side
Your...

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This is too complex; i mean the throbbing  wound 
grating my belly on a dappled day, a day 
breathing of tender winds and violins....

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The scent of your soul

A caramelised breeze of fruit odours

reverberating  softly through my memory

Throwing me right back in ninth grade

where we sat side by...

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Love feels like it has gone far away
She used to exist everywhere it seems
Now she hides in fear of being used up or let down

Most...

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I'm off on the beaten path
with Little Rosey in my grasp

There's palm fronds like a giant clock,
twenty hands instead of two
And there's the honeysuckle bush
that...

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The spirit that remembers the taste of blood
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The days go by so faintly,
But the pain throbs in my heart.
I wish I could do this over,
And begin again from the start.
Words are scattered...

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We loved the lollipops, cracker jacks, and Holloway candy sticks.               ...

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I gave you a balloon,
It held my life inside.

Within a shiny rubber tube
components of my soul aligned,
a sign,
I became something new
for you...

Memories
Feelings
Ideas

Each speck
a tickle upon...

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I attended a large gathering and took some time
to observe the great assortment of shoes stacked on the racks
I saw new shoes, pricey shoes, and...

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I raise my voice and rage a fight
for little children trashed and thrown.
Sweet little coos and burps never heard,
the printed mittens never sewn.  

These...

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Springtime on the ranch is just round the bend
You’ll get your nose cleared, we have cows and pigs
The thaw brings forth chores, that smell and...

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I awoke last night and fell out of bed.
A fart from my Pit bull nearly left me for dead.
It was silent but deadly as it...

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