Best Stubs Poems

I’m gonna always love you
I’m gonna always be your friend
I’m gonna think ‘bout the times we kissed
In the pond or the tree or the willow mist
I’m gonna always love you…

You’re gonna always haunt me
You’re gonna always haunt my heart
When we slept on the sand, when...

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The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has...

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You don’t know this but
we’re all ISBN’s. At birth,
we’re tattooed across our asses
with barcodes, ID tags, social security numbers.
The only doctors allowed
to perform this surgical move
were trained in suits and sunglasses,
were handcuffed to computer suitcases,

held galas in mansions in the hills
of Virginia, roamed secretly through...

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“All men are pricks” she says
“Are you sure about that?” I say
I look deep into her eyes 
and she half smiles.
She holds the stare and so do I.
“Whatever a woman says, she means 
the opposite” she says with a giggle 
and stubs her cigarette.
She leaves...

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Cuckoo Dancers

Discarded dusty beer bottle lying dormant on the tracks
Commuters await their carriage
Adorned in business like macks
Trees sway in gentle breeze
Capable of more tension,
Performing their shedding of leaves
Far too many to mention.
 
Pigeon jumps on pigeon
Mating season for all to see,
Another squirrel scurries across the tracks,
Across...

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Today is Sunday and I'm going to the ocean
or maybe not. Definitely not doing the laundry
or maybe I will. Moss and even a small tree
grow in the rotten stubs of the pier pilings.
The city is Seattle and it has a macho airport.

Give me the comfort...

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The Barefoot Days of Summer

By Elton Camp

	When I was a child in rural Alabama during the 1940s, going barefoot during the summer months was still a general practice, especially for boys.  It was feasible because few roads were paved and sidewalks in the country...

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In a cobwebbed dusty corner in a dark attic void of light. Holds the essence of my being thr menories i hold dear. That's brought me where i am today and still nuture my fear.The dolls and movies and magazines the records scarred with age.The...

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Time To Let Go

A handful of paper and worn ticket stubs
So many downed trees and rainforest shrubs
Shredded and mashed into paper pulp
The waste o'er the world is enough to make one gulp
Each of these stubs carries a very true tale
Of flights overseas way beyond any...

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pain is
a mind thing
blue skys

	Each day I awake and kiss the stubs on my hand - - - now, five of them.  I never broke!  Remembering each day, I thankfully kiss the feet of God in my mind.  I thank him for...

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All my lovers have gone
The midday sun beats down upon my head
I order one more whiskey, straight up
My guitar is missing one string
We both make a good pair
Broken

The waitress asks me if I want anything
I told her I want my heart back
Bewildered she smiled and...

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WINTER, 1948 [40 Saxton Street]

for W.W

The winter nights that pass now
are so unlike the winter nights
that passed before, that I often
struggle back in those suspended moments
when sleep grapples for a hold,
to once again hear the voices of those nights
and smell the smells that lingered
in those...

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As I sat in my room on a stormy night,
something startled me with such a fright!

Through a crack in the door of my private domain, 
came a screech as high-pitched as brakes on a train. 

I caught a glimpse of a reflection in my closet...

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THEATRE OF THE ABSURD


Puppets, all parts, perpetually working.
Tense strings, plucked, with novice fingers.
Ruby sawdust sparkles with the warm sun.
Puppets on strings, such silly things!

A play set nearby, a seesaw, those twins –
Hansel and Gretel, balancing between life and death.
The wretched sound of falling trees, pulled
from...

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Edith had been suffering from shoulder pain
She'd developed a stoop and only her left shoulder would sag
When she went to see her doctor
He put all the blame on her weighty handbag

One afternoon she had time to spare
So she decided to empty it out
Anything that wasn’t...

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