Best Tonnage Poems

Indigenous feel of peaceful love Interferencing touch of skin 
 There has been no where better I have been 
So empowered , clean , free 
  Often like Im at ease , drinking a tea , 

With stream , 
 Although a dream It...

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Books to the library
photos to family.
Paint cans and lumber
from renovations years ago.
Most of the furniture
including the piano.
Fastest way to do this
is rent a dumpster.

On the internet
nothing’s permanent.
I like that.
Photosynthesis, evaporation
as if your spirit disappears
when the sun appears.
It’s a burden lifted
not to have to persevere.

Edits
for clarity
and...

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Down on Englands southern coast, i have a friend (you know)
he's living his life with wedded wife, as the tonnage comes & goes

He has a Dad as people do.. who lives not far away 
and when i eat a banana, i recall a thing he'll...

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Suicide is always an option.
You're depressed, they tell me.
Be patient. You'll feel better tomorrow.
For more than thirty years I've been waiting,
And tomorrow never comes. Every morning it's today.
Sometimes I know I should have called a halt,
With a noose or pill or razor; perhaps a bullet-
An...

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Numbers make the world, 
no smiles or batted eyes here
numbers make the world, 
no sticky-sweet fingers or waving palms
numbers rule without qualms

Gross domestic products and 
tonnage of staples on actuarial tables
PSI and APY ratioed percentages
leveraged capitals 
daily numbers of sales calls - 
numbers are to...

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1. A heart in need of a permanent home
but not this vagabond in a split shift
who always flunks honesty. 
Promises in tonnage but so eolian
forward motion in a reverse gear
yet I am so blind to dislodge the clues
of his true self.

Chorus
Smiles so wrongful
touches of blackmail
words...

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Iron Balloons Concrete Skies  
               (PART 1)

Florescent plants fill up the planet in green light
The gigantic world found us before we found it 
Colliding, taking our ship by tonnage to...

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COMING HOME

She was an airport
on the flats by the river,
her signage, lights and markings
outlining corridors that couldn’t
be seen in the sunlight of day
A black silhouette from a full harvest
moon, he landed in her life full of reverse
engine roar, his flaps all extended, his
sturdy landing gear...

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In the avenues of thought you stirred up ripples 
And waves, and raised all the dust that had settled 
On everything that sat within the circumference
Of a space between two meanings
A tale of two cities

And stared down the twin barrel of ill fate
While the large...

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Tea pot Patty slurps her ginger tea
Whiskey with opioids mixed within it
A cup of pleasure there for company
Poor bar stool could break in two
With Patty and her tonnage on it
A lit cigar dangles from thick lips
She was born upside down with it
When a doctor slapped
She...

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LONELY AS A CLOUD IN  APRIL


I knew Great Aunt Lucy’s April outing to celebrate
My failed exams  would be  a  series of disasters, 
A slow motion flying April-fool joke, with  my problems as  ballast.
We went to her favorite restaurant :
The...

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PLOWMAN 

(for Bill Troy, and Messer’s generous 
free Plowman Day.) 

Not soon enough comes the thrill of snow!
for plowmen who beckon the blizzard’s fall
anxious to use his craft of geometric cut lines 
and angles of  blizzard white in reverse drive 

so shines a man’s...

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Cuz while ya steel got
moxie, don't nix chance if only a dot
before death finds 
     flesh rotting alot.

A self-actualized fringe benefit
     as I racked up
     orbitz round sun -
    ...

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When anarchy consumes a barren soul,
the hatred overwhelms the beating heart.
It sickens minds and steals the body whole  
then rips the cloth of empathy apart.
Existence lies between what evil craves
and what your world may courier by sea.
Your life is steered by ships upon the...

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With lone intent, all freedom it will wrest
if obstinance you let these wolves deny.
As tonnage sinks beneath the torrid crest
your struggles for survival magnify.
Each flailing ship that ferries surety
is fodder for the fathoms of abyss.
Their shattered hulls sink swiftly ‘neath the sea
to slumber in the...

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