Best Skinless Poems

Tombs begin to bloom like raw, bloodless wounds.
Tomes are written with truths of her dead moon’s
tones. A keening lunacy keeps the dirges alive, while
bones rise out of repose. A degloved hand on the dial
hones into a night rainbow's radio, she runs on solar,
hopes for the...

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Underneath it all…
No, not clothe-less—not naked…
Skinless…we’re traveling DEEP within…
Imagine your skull cut…split right in the middle,
Opening up to reveal your AMAZING brain,
As the rest of your body unfolds…
The fancy clothes…the hair…the young or old,
Bones exposed…organs revealed…
The pupils of your eyes growing and receding, 
As you...

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Words of truth you have never heard before
If I ruled the world;
I wanted to create a well-organized world of the future
where all is - (... or virtually all ) - are happy
__   A Wonderful New World    __

You may feel skinless...

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I release the memories
Closes the door for the last time
I will always remember what we shared
A skinless sorrow fills my heart

A life with white horses and sunshine is over
Everything is done for the very last time
a reminder of emptiness
Words that were never said are spun...

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Even now I sit, slump, shuddering,
Remembering...
Stale walls echoing lamenting calls,
their house...
A nightmare flickered in the red herring of betrayal.
Stumbling hormones, skinless evil.
it breathed...
Blood red lips snarling, capturing someone else essence, bone dry.
A nightmare...
Deliberately slithering up my calf, I grasped a cube of insanity as a...

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To the powers that be. 
I've allowed you to view 
my weakness like an 
opportunity. Give school 
children fatherless 
babies, and preach their 
nudity to the 
congregation. Pagan 
prostitute purchasing 
pastor preaches to a 
godless nation. Commit 
adultery upon the body 
of Christ and a...

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The arrival of spring  greeted again and again, 
Each day at the awakening of twilight, 
With the songbird’s sweet refrain, 
Much to the morning glory’s delight.
But their unmindfulness of this date
Is not shared by the assemblage of students, 
Who at this threshold proudly wait
To...

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HIROSHIMA
I remember it well, that first day in Hell
             So long ago, I know

As the sirens sounded our Yankee foe
Decided that now his power we would know
So dropped his Atomic Bomb from the...

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Coming back home – wounded, skinless
Slowly sliding through ghosts of trees
With hums of Balalaika in his candid eyes
And withered leaves – caresses of the wizards 

He squeezed through Life’s Fall like a chick
With wings torn apart by ether
With flights of smiles of cranes
And dreams of...

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I had a little bunny
honey was her name

She was so cute and funny
till I clubbed her in the brain

So sad I had to eat her
but I'm really not to blame

Was the doings of my daddy
and his sickly little games

I had to hang my bunny
in the...

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It is so hard to let go of love,
lovingly.

It sharks, 
unpeels more gut more quickly
than reel or reeler ever lost
in all those years of lazy inches
in and out:
casting,
winding in and playing out,
hardly fishing, rarely catching
anything
from the deepness out of sight,
hardly ever losing . . .
anything.

Blisters...

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Broken-Hearted Caressing Sorrow



Where do you bring a broken heart, damaged dreams that won’t depart?
Where do you go when things fall apart, serving silent screams a la carte?
What do you do with a saddened soul, within a virulent void a skinless sole?
What do you do when...

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Bread and Butter showed up first, 
thank God, with bread and butter 
(we hadn't any food out yet).
They had flown in from Detroit
on a real time-crunch.

Then the Gherkins arrived
Pushing through and eating
Half the sourdough and margarine.
Total Gherks.

The cornichons arrived soon after,
slightly smaller than gherkins 
and...

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sucked out of denim and
cotton, half in running

flat over the bedroom floor
skinless like a cartoon cat

someone I knew the day before
an underarm stainer, a tracer

a schlepper of bad deeds,
hidden in layers, now magic and gone

as I sleep as a big filling
ready to meet myself
in the...

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Extended bones of skinless hands
Reach out with tones of groaning man
They pull her out with growing fears
But she is different than her peers
The pumpkin queen with heart of seed
Makes skinless hands grow heavy with bleed
She dies unto our soul content
to smile no more as we...

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