Best Stall Poems

I'm here tonight
to stand in the ache.
The ache of hollow,
the empty of the not 
simply empty; rather,
the empty of the
recently full.

The silent ache of
missingness, of quiet.
Before the ghosts have
risen, before the
memorial stones are 
set.  Before the cards arrive.
Before the flowers
are vased to wilt.

I'm here...

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A little smile delights my soul
A little money appreciates my life
A little love achieves my goal
A little care flatters my wife 

Strengthening my resolve to perform better
Duties and responsibilities I bear
In my role as family pace and trend setter
In spite of mundane outfit and suit...

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He sought all the mystery
As well as the blistery
With some of the grim
And the not-so-prim
In the city's ironic history

A story he would perceive
Seldom easy to believe
But always would back up
What came from the Cup
Of Cornucopia he would weave

He would oft-times humor
An unconfirmed rumor
Then blow it...

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Elaborate, softly tailored to suit
She’s sure more beautiful than very cute
Exquisite form, flawless in many eyes
Details of her delight, there’s no disguise

She likes to wear tight dresses, to show off 
I hardly noticed her feeling quite scoffed
Because many were ignoring her here
She’s just a normal...

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The memories are still fresh in my mind. 
I'd walk around that old corner and happiness is what I would find. 
I remember the conversations we had that didn't consist of a word,  
the time you got scared by a bird, 
the times we...

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if you are finicky or squeamish at all
do not crawl under that locked bathroom stall.
You never know what you will find on the ugly floor
crusty dried feces and urine, other awful stuff galore
if you are the one who locked it and slid out of the...

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[Frans Snyders, oil on canvas 1614]

A young stag suspended by both hocks,
dead tongue lolling, brick-red,
from the corner of its mouth. 
A pair of rabbits slung across the board.
A pheasant and a string of songbirds,
silent. Even the white swan, its long neck 
graceful and its wing...

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There's a movement from all ends
where sound comes creeping 
from beneath our feet, emptying 
pockets which never had much. 

You can see what we've written-
our bathroom stalls read
'Do something for the hell of it... anything...'
The messages are clustered around depictions 
of stick-figures having gay intercourse.

Money,...

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Tonight I'm a bathroom stall poetry critic 
let's see what we have here 
  
I LOVE TRANNYS 
DIVE AND LISA 4EVER 
SUCK MY F*CKIN DICK
  
Golly, do the kids these days 
ever love the 
liberal use of profanity. 
  
Certainly the reference...

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Yesterday was a day
As today is a don't
Stall the jarring 
Stem the sudden stern jolt 
My trajectory wavers
Flourishes
While withers 
Undertake to understand steps
That fall away to the side
I spin and I spiral
I clip and I catch
I fame and I fortune
I ditch and I dash
Today isn't...

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Cold nights sleeping in a toilet stall

				A place of some sort of safety for rest
				My dirty bags make a pillow
				To shut my weary eyes is a blessing

				One or two hours is what I hope for
				My body is contorted all different ways
				Muddy boots are pressed against...

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Showe, shower stall
I really like you
Easy to get in and out
Shower, shower stall

Shower, shower stall
No matter what i do
Adjust shower head
the floor has puddles

I really don't know why
the repais are done
Now the floor is dry
then again its wet

Shower,showerstall
I see the wet floor
You were fixed before
Now...

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To stall

On a concept

Is to be

Trapped..

The flow of

What is happening

Seems interrupted

And the concept

Pedestal's itself..

Fundamentally

Setting a filter

For what is

Happening......

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I remember the thaw 
when I headed South to crawl 
through Carnegie's tunnels 
in a Saab that would stall 
in the mist or the rain 
Spring, Winter, and Fall-- 
O I remember the thaw 
and the chance of a change 
if I could move what...

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I see them clearly, although they try to remain hidden.
They laugh, and talk, flirting with each other.
Why can they not see I would like some alone time?
I never get that any more.

This new foreman is a great guy, but there is always music now
Or talking...

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