Best Slab Poems

That tiny pause to skirt the truth, half-reals you'd paraphrase,
The subtle softly spinning gyre of cunning in your gaze,
Vague reflections from your skin - a shedding, sheltering plaque,
All concerned syllables sent swiftly bouncing off your back. 

Ever adrift on fiction's lost sea, never blown to...

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Santa hasn’t drunk cocoa tonight,
and he’s not dressed in red trimmed with white.
In blue denim so cool,
he is toasting the Yule
with a drink surely not mixed with Sprite!

Santa’s drink was a little too red,
and I think we have something to dread,
for he’s now in the...

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Raised a thumb, hitched a ride
random raced, inside
a freaky, desert mirage—
—then took it——solo
and slammed smack dab
into Slab City. 

Oasis to lost, wandering souls
outcasts, living off society’s Grid
—crash landed—
into immediate immersion
of oddball oddities and eccentricities. 

Psychedelic dreamscapes 
mixed with Truth tellers—
—Salvation Mountain, God’s love
and John 3:16....

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We went in a cab  to see cold slab,
That did appear to be dull and drab;
Letters were distinct when viewed;
So much sadness there we ensued.

Tombstones arranged row after row;
All around green grass grew and grew;
In background were abundant trees;
In faces we would feel a...

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Written: February 26, 2025, for Antony Biaanco Contest

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City hum drifts through spurious ways, 
teeming...

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You might look at me
with your blushed pink face
Your hard pimpled complexion
But above it all I know
that your sharp edged
square attitude is all a bluff
For/Four cornered
we can all see that you really are
two faced so double the math still
just a slab
standing the test of time
waiting...

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The door to our bathroom is tiny,
Made of a faded red plastic nearly two decades ago,
One of its hinges has already been eaten away,
By time & rust that blossomed at its end,
Its latch has never worked,
The builder had his drawing wrong and we never managed...

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Orphaned Slab 
         by Odin Roark

They call me a foundation
once supporting siding and stone
wire
plumbing
shingles

Through the doors of my house
trailed family and friends
across kitchen floor
slanted slightly
letting Benny’s agate marbles
migrate to the corner

Atop my shoulders
a house of character once...

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Need Rehab on Cold Slab

Could be because I became a crab;
What we really need is some rehab;
For while waited;
Was reactivated;
They found us lying on a cold slab.

Jim Horn

My Goodness and Great Lord

Oh my goodness and great Lord,
So He will welcome you aboard; 
Will invite,
More poems...

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My love, Josefin Slab
My first thought the time I wake up
My inspiration in moments I create art
My joy when we chat and laugh together
My strength when I'm on job
The last person I contact before my sleep
The only girl in my mind
The beautiful creature I found
With...

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I got water and weed
I'm richer' n richer
I ain't in need of cash
you can drop me your trash
gonna make me an art
for the East Jesus shrine.

Hear this from a wizard
ole Stalin is the man
red dolphins are the truth. 
Plastic legs on the roof
of my old pink...

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“Squatters’ Paradise”
contains concrete remains of
               an old training base
head west where trailer life reigns
          and vanish into freedom
...

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You don't like my story.  You don't like my song.
I guess I never did belong. 
Adios amigo. I say, so long.
I'm going to Slab City.

You told me that we're insane, 
the angel and devil in my brain.
There's only one place that frees us -
East...

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who remembers trees

when air was free from fares
    guiltless
    tankless
    unassailable

cliches of rustling leaves
enchanted forests
infanticidal practices like nestling newborns atop boughs
cordate declarations etched beneath oak bark and canary sashes 
as dead as concrete blocks

and the nearest...

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some level of falling from grace happens in slab city
its twisted humanity
when kindness stops being nornal
when green crusaders are dismissed, unseen
like burying waste in landfill

city of slab-stick
where we live normal lives within shuttered malls
affluence superimposed on poverty
can anything mellow us
with nature clotted under sprawl?

breeding, feeding,...

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