Best Rubbery Poems

Another layer of lavender scented lotion
Rubbed in vehement laughter

A quelling of sadness
Covered up in mascara insanity
Livid strokes of feathered paintbrushes

Hoping to see the big picture

She cried like oil paintings without a purpose.

A treasure hunter searching for rubbery remedies
Without heart’s sanctified atrium
To light the way

She bled...

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I sat on the edge of your mattress, unsure what to expect; I kicked off my shoes and took in 
your bedroom for the first time: the bookshelves, the plastic stickers wreathing the windows, 	
your little brother’s action figures mid-battle on the carpet, the clothing...

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Headed home from a business trip
Tired, spaced out, grouchy and impatient
Pushing the limit to beat rush hour traffic
Fast closing on an old jalopy van

Suddenly blue smoke and debris flying
The back tire must have bounced twenty feet up
My first thought, 'Stay STRAIGHT you bastard!'
Careening violently left,...

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C’est la vie, Billy!

   His cheeks a deep scarlet, 
     His jaw tightened in an eerie grin,
        He stands, rooted to the spot
         ...

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Warmth, surrounded me…always
My lips, my eyes, closed… 
Mesmerized by the darkness that brought me consolation
I remember there were colors under those lids,
Green, spurts of purple…and sporadic yellows and reds
They danced and flashed
Whenever your voice rumbled and vibrated my abode
I remember the earthquakes of laughter 
That...

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All along the bent and angling coast
seaweed strands in sunken coves
abandon their beached forms
from wave to wave

I always chase after them 
their strewn bobbing heads
roll as dead bodies
from wave to wave

What seaweed does not hide
short stories of unknown depths?
submarine worlds where time itself
folds into layered...

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Headed home from a business trip
Tired, spaced out, grouchy and impatient
Pushing the limit to beat rush hour traffic
Fast closing on an old, beat up van

Suddenly blue smoke and debris flying
The back tire must have bounced twenty feet up
My first thought…'Stay STRAIGHT, you bastard!'
Careening violently left,...

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It's morning as I make a special trip to the
fish market. There, I will look for the freshest 
mussels, large shrimp, and Maine lobster. 
 
A large crowd has formed mostly chefs 
wanting to get the best seafood for their
restaurants. You can hear the offers...

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for Thirugnanamoorthy

Remorseful, the noonday sun
Frizzles with the stealthy wind
Under the rubbery mountain green.
A calmness has come to rest
From having tossed in its sleep.
The forest has taken leave
Of the hunted horn and drum.
No more the tapper late of nap
Scurries to the haven of a nest.
No more...

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still the climbing green lianoid lass


her tender tendrils torn  


massive metal lying like a cutlass


in her lap forlorn


                       finger on trigger ...

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Big Wheel

I was draped in stars, and filled with whiskey,
When the operator stopped the ride
My head tipped back, drinking in the shadows,
Red beaded earrings swaying with the carriage

He was a caricature of himself
Nose reaching down to caress his greasy top lip  
Rubbery ears inflating...

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Since the Garden of Eden and Cleopatra,
snakes strike great fear in man
I have it—ophidiophobia---
legless lizards equal repulsion
 
Slithering, sliding as they move
something about friction and scales
like goose bumps on human flesh
more than I want to know
 
Little known fact learned
three hundred vertebrae, one reptile
they can...

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We push to imitate nature's
flavors, both sour and sweet;
compare the taste of lemons
to that of a lush, ripe peach,
or the nectar of pure honey
to the tang of a dill pickle.

The fruit-flavored snack-pack
spilled into my hand,
perceived imitations of the real deal:
	One shaped blackberry (hardly)
	Two round orange...

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Aye, Spanish Needles, far from native shore
We the Diaspora exult to meet
Though our station, not what we dreamt of yore
Is battered by grimy dust and slimed sleet
Aye, Spanish Needles, still unbowed you stand
A dazzling prince in a far foreign land.

Dreaming gold reposed on ivory stars
Where...

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He hung there, a sobering sight, 
like the full moon on a misty night. 
John Riox, smothered in slime, 
ghastly ghost adrift in time. 

He wrestles ropes of rubbery kelp, 
his sunken eyes pleading for help. 
The sight of him will leave you numb. 
He...

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