Best Stools Poems

`

O’ crooked branch and magpie’s claw,
yon rusted chains a’ sway this night
Clutch tight a sign “The Seagull's Squall”
of splintered wood and storm clouds fight
Old tavern...

Read more of this work...

Lemme tell ya' about a
*ding-bat skit-zo 
bee-hotch* tranny
named Annie...

I met her one night 
under disco lights 
up at Candies

She was 
starin' at me
grittin' her teeth
aimin'...

Read more of this work...

“Die Another Day”


“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”


“The Place is a hazardous...

Read more of this work...

The evening 
is soigné in outfits of rumpled elegance 
at the tables and on the bar stools, 

resplendent with a necklace 
of glistening notes from...

Read more of this work...

In China once
under a patched
sail canopy

at tables and stools
and later
alone

remembering days
when all
seemed all
important

the politics with friends
by day

and how the breeze
by night conspired 

with
her golden hair.



Now...

Read more of this work...

On a Sunday in the evening
The old barn becomes a hall
Social place where every weekend
The town folk go for a ball.
 
The inside is decorated...

Read more of this work...

Unquotable Quotes VIIIL : SEXUAL HARASSMENT* - the feminist kind

(*”aggressive pressure or intimidation”: Is it really “any different” in most cases in the act, judging...

Read more of this work...

"Black Molasses"



Black Molasses 
holds to ransom 
footprints 
sucked into 
Tropic of Capricorn mud
as bushfires bleed
sugar from cane
like molten glucose 
shot into the veins
of Mother Earth...

Read more of this work...

TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ BRONTE INSPIRATION 1, 2 and 3 


Little Patrick in the nursery playing with his toys 
Asks ''MUM'' can...

Read more of this work...

An age in our existence its story’s on my mind,
I find some sweet reflections in seasons passing by,
My soul yearns so, for that which ‘was’,...

Read more of this work...

I’ve got quite the appetite for mayhem

Thus from these desires my problems stem

Prozacidasical perhaps

Headfirst into Lady Luck’s slaps

Crumbling foot stools under my whim

Why if there...

Read more of this work...

After a cacophony of ramblings,
day bows  gently---
Infants  slumber with ease in  cradles,
lanterns flicker above tavern stools
as mellow winds drift around gold-hued roads
paving...

Read more of this work...

Less than twenty-four hours after dashing off a poem 
   explaining why i wanted to die
found me experiencing physical duress vis a vis,...

Read more of this work...

A plain beige kitchen. LED lights are lined along the top of the cabinets. Bright red bar stools line up next to the breakfast bar....

Read more of this work...

WHERE OPPORTUNITY ABOUNDS

She sat all alone in the dimly lit, smoky barroom
Nursing a gin and tonic that the ice had melted in
Her countenance was that...

Read more of this work...