Best Uncoiling Poems

Idle time is an uncoiling cut,
Carved by creeks of toil and rut,
The water churns with arsenic tides,
An ebb and flow of random crime.

Wasted youth, the uncoiling cut,
Is dug with doubt, lined with rust.
In chiseled cracks where winds recede
Flagrant scorn plants a seed.

Absent hope, the uncoiling...

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A Southern Girl’s, Uncoiling

Whenever I mention you, 
the doctor always asks
what do I see,

now that you’re gone,  
when I think of you.  
I say I see thighs,

tanned and gleaming, 
kissed by the proper 
Bonwit skirt, rising

through the terminal 
toward me and above 
your...

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