Best Smeary Poems

Carrots for breakfast, carrots for lunch, Carrots for dinner, crunch, baby, crunch.
What are your immediate feelings about soup on a plate?
Vegetable and broccoli potato are both well worth a wait.
Don’t gag on the mushrooms,
You big ugly buffoons.
Crunch them up meticulously slowly, and good luck, 
Don’t...

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Did she say time numbers or prime numbers? 
I was sure it was not rhyme numbers. 
She is staring at me. Miss Johnson, math teacher.
Takes daydreaming in class as a personal affront.
Her eyes narrow. I yawn. Bad move.

Could you demonstrate this on the board, Caren?
Out...

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Something about paint
I absolutely adore!~feeling more
fluid-thinking when wearing an 
old smock, branded with dashes and 
blobs, to my mind each
one a stripe of rank with starry 
splashes my medals – 

like coral reefs 

like florescent algae

a new canvas primed, runny
with liquid motion; I thrust
my igniting...

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[Well, ShallowMan’s ne’er at a loss
for voicing shallow thoughts that gloss.
With trenchant wit he reaps the dross
when seeking sense in applesauce.

But to his aid flies FactoidMan
who always has a Fact at hand;
with him, who needs a whether-man
to answer “if?” or “but?” or “and?”?]

FM
“Oh ShallowMan, let...

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Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Spacklefudge grinny
Sloppin’ down my chinny
In it to winny!

Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Butternut cream
Smeary goo team
Gurgly dream

Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Spittin’ out sass
Unburdened by class
Dirty hall pass

Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Twisted face covered
Misty-place lover
Never recovered

More chocky please...

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I sit alone on cold winter nights, thinking of how my life became dreary

Is it something that I had just realised? or is it just another theory?

Am I content with what I have in life? And is life my only query?

There isn’t a year that...

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Kelso has a boat
smeared to the gunnels,
with cawk and greasy weeds.
Kelso is old enough
to be free of care,

his dog don't care neither.

At the prow of dawn
he hauls dripping lobsters
in their pots
up the scummy steps
of the silty stone harbor,
pushing a barrow
into the dickering markets
cobbled narrows.

Kelso barters...

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She came charging down on me with her full weight.
I wanted to be invisible, but it did not happen.
I was gripped tightly in the throes of death.
She was tearing me apart, in pieces

Unconcerned with my screams.
I was quiet now, smeary, a bloody mess.
A carcass in...

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I babysit the daughter (Ivy) of a doctor at the hospital where I volunteer, accumulating ‘clinical hours’ for my med school applications. According to my mom, the purpose of my current existence is to get into med school.

That may sound crazy or theater-mom-ish but she...

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We are all following the crowd today.
We are looting and burning and shouting hooray!
It is fun to be in this group, they have painted me gray.
I am a mascot, and some want to hear what I have to say.

But wait. An internal me is feeling...

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Alice, murdered by Dracula’s daughter
White rabbit keeps secret as he ought’er.
He sits on her throne
As Halloween gnome
Skulls laugh at the smeary night blotter

Striped legs and a red hair bow pretty
Dracula’s child morbid and witty
Secrets secure
Alice has no cure
Crying from the bowels of evil city...

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Purple unicorns prance into my mind
Polishing up ideas
Worthy of a princess

Followed by kittens wearing toothbrush hats
With smeary feline smiles
Diabolical laughs

Trixie takes over immediately
Pirate queen gives them the boot
She is ready to play!...

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Orange hair, brown hair, yellow hair, sometimes called blonde.
Green hair, black hair, blue hair, purple hair, lavender for old ladies.
Yellow, blue and orange hair, a vivid combination.
Pink, purple and white hair, one of my favorite paintings actually.

Blue and orange hair, needed yellow for the “pop”...

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What kind of pizza do you want?
I don’t want Dominos or Jacks or Pizza Hut.
My favorite pizza is vintage Chef-boy-Ar-dee
We used to fry up hamburger and make this greasy delight

It was so smeary red greasy, it fell apart in our hand
We had to use a...

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   The smeary fingers,
   Left unwashed.
   Leave prints,
   All over the gloss.

   On bright metal handles,
   Drawers semi closed.
   Up and down walls,
   Even on a nose.

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