Best Slag Poems

Ragged thoughts marching like stoned centipedes.
To the slag heap of the lost.
Intertwined with eternity's brine.
Waiting to reunite with meaning.

A lightning strike- mind o fire.
Insomnia rapes the dream.
Splay the centipedes across the page.
Like autumn leaves o'er vampire graves
or twitching feet in a gyrus maze.


The destiny of...

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Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada


A skyline for a slag line.
A glowing melting rock.
An acid burning slag dump.
The miners on the clock!

The sunset meets the hill.
A seam of orange and fire.
Black smoke ascending from it.
The thickest form of mire.

A cauldron tipped and flowing.
A soup's heat puddle...

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I toss a lot of poem slag out there.
In fact, I've got piles of it everywhere.
It's gotten a little out of control.
If my muse were a house they would have leveled it, a long time ago-

I like to think that there's bits of shine.
Amongst the...

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Slaaag was a foul mouthed quick witted handy female. A cat fight was one of her specialities as was name calling and back stabbing. **** licking was another skill. What these things never achieved plain old seduction did....

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A good thought conceived in the soil of positivity
making its way through shard and slag
finding its way home into the heart.
The slag is cleverly staggered and thickening
filled with thorns and snags and dirty rags
The good thought forced to play pachinko 
with a venomous society.

Battered, fanged...

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