Best Vomit Up Poems

The world spins on and on. 
Whether I want it to or not.  
I can cry for the earth to stop, but it wont.  
It doesn't care if I want to die or live.  
I can shoot dope or be sober. ...

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a post from 2014
for my beautiful granddaughter, Alexandra

After 13 days of confinement, 
a caterpillar broke out of her butterfly egg,
Then ate the shell and pipevine leaf, 
upon which it was laid,
A small fuzzy caterpillar, 
with red spikes sticking out her sides and top,
She noticed on...

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this one goes out to all you symbolphrenics
wink wink light the fuse and
bow only before your own image
for we are each a TV studio
with really huge detector molecules
recall that consciousness is tunable
you need only space your characters
and employ the 11th Commandment play fair
since my next...

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as the hypocrite talking head
seeking re-election in 2012
tells us all that this empire (which continues to wield its
sledge hammer upon the world)
this “land of the free”
(who demands that all others follow in its 
dirty
&
bloody
footsteps),
is one which “unlike the old empires,”
does not force its will upon...

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failed relationships,
broken pieces of people
left on the pavement in
memory, burning forever,
crushed inside so many
different ways that all the
king’s horses & men wouldn’t
have a ****ing chance &
then too boot,
poverty sets in,
where once someone climbed to the
top &
then was stomped down,
piled upon &
stabbed with debt 
that could...

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the soldier knows many of the 4,500 who died 
in bashing Iraq,
the soldier may be one of the 32,000 who have been wounded,
or s/he may know any number of these individuals
who for 9 years spent their time
killing the 104,000 (estimated by Iraqis)
or perhaps 600,000 (Lancet...

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Teardrops had fallen 
and wrung my heart dry 
too weak to cry
sweat had trickled down
to feet and palms
hiding in my bulging 
eyes. 
I had searched 
for three days
trembling at a doorknob 
locking the masked one 
to open the bandaged one
doorknob to doorknob 
the night ...

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You're a brutal brute who barks at the sheep clothed in your bite marks.
The phrases you tattooed within me are maggots crawling into my brain.
While they lay eggs made of tainted Ivory Seraph hair - it chokes my thoughts.
My lungs blare into echoing rooms, yet...

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Get your claws out of my heart
The pain's too much, can't take no more

It's like swallowing peanut butter
Five pounds
All at once
Without chewing
You do strange things to my throat
Not to mention my mind

You make me want to give you things
Things I ain't got
Things I got to...

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I never knew that most monkeys will swoon
To eat bananas in a real saloon --
  They'll snarf down bunches
  After monster lunches --
Then vomit up the peels in the spittoon...

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Alone where the pavement butt the curve
A crumpled form rummaging her legacy
Of old paper bags and plastic, her nerve
Frayed shaking hands urged by immediacy
Plunged about like a frantic memory. Flies
Cannot wait, and whiz from eye to to dish
Disposable, each ear buzz her head defies
Seems the...

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Collect days like pennies;
hope they’ll add up;
hope they’ll be enough.
Go begging when they’re not.
Each morning vomit up the night
like a drowned man clearing lungs filled with water.
Gather up stars from the vom.
Take them to the shop;
see if they’ll pawn dreams for hope.
Nope.
Wind slips through all...

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swiiming in hot lava with invisible pirahnas
hands of hell keep pulling you under
burned and blistered are mad minds in twisters
swirled and mixed together are cowards and killers death dealers and soul stealers
1000 bullets in your head but you're still not dead
screaming for vengeance
too late for...

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(Sick with grief over the loss of our old blind cat, sick because we'd put her our last night to vomit up a hairball and then forgot to let her back in. In the morning I find her dead on the highway, at least it...

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a calmer (process of) you

III.

drifting (still) just beneath
what horror awaits (in roaming waters)
in present day (the calmer you)
the meek hopeful (pretends)
twitches (as if the world is not teetering)
on (its axis) daily (& evolution has)
(provided) swimming avec requins
(a numbness that) holding onto relics (kicks in)
(which allows)...

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