Best Suction Poems

With your red rubber cup that makes suction. 
You have come in handy many a day, 
when there has been a flushing obstruction. 
I think...

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In the heart of the blackest abyss, down, 
Down, in fathoms deep crypt, where light
Does not penetrate, and the structured protective hauls,
Of men, are crushed...

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She sees herself suddenly as a small girl
bare feet on the cold black and white tile
little toes curled
sees the white porcelain tub and
how pretty the...

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Kissing For Beginners.

Do you recall your first kiss
That was supposed to fill you with heavenly bliss
But filled you with nervous anticipation
It looked simple enough on...

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Is it stress,
or loss, despair and survival
we must discuss.
                ...

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With your red rubber cup that makes suction. 
You have come in handy many a day, 
when there has been a flushing obstruction. 
I think...

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My passion for fishing is well known

But sometimes my catch brings a huge groan

     Octopus clung to my boat

  ...

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I Am The Final Word And The First Word


I’m having another one of those night sweats again. 
I am on my back here as naked...

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Dust bunny, dust bunny I see you as you
make your escape under the sofa hoping that
the big, noisy, red contraption that I push around
won't fit...

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You must take a fat dead man’s corpse
Ideally smooth skin on the back,
Not too rotten, hopefully white,
Then you must take a small device, 
Like a...

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Oh how I recall the agony and worry
Over the first proper grown up kiss
That was supposed to send you floating among the stars
On a voyage...

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Dear people, 
    (Am i?) Mad it’s a conformist state?
A status that perpetuates people to pair, to compare, to prepare, 
to perfect,...

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Love and admire someone
Deeply,
Build a castle with him
Brick by brick,
Paint the walls with frescoes,
Draw dreams.

Hold him
When the illness comes,
Cook him chicken broth,
Kiss his sweaty forehead,
Suction...

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I kind of getting in motion just to control my emotions.
With every condition 
I find nothing but division in every portion.
All positions seem to be...

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"Frequency is lowering,
The pitch of voice which guides me is dwindling,
Tears are lingering,
Fears are frightening,
Things are saddening,
Appropriate description is 'worsening',

My inner mind wants to find...

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