Best Wadded Poems

A symbol of respect, pride, and strength,
not to be ruffled, wadded, or soiled,
to be folded, unfurled, raised for all to see,
as in going into battle...

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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...

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Waste has worsened widespread. 
                    ...

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Dust clings to my suit caught
by wafts of imagined vapor,
until I drag, drag, down
the dunes and depressions.

The cold a new arm of guidance.
I’m supposed to...

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Mercy, Mercy… Mercy me

A light, white frosting
of snowflakes
Upon cardboard and 
old soiled blankets
Streetlamps and neon signs
Light…empty… unfeeling
and bone chillingly cold

Plastic bottles and wadded bags
Holey sneakers...

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lone whale wadded in the sea
all it meets are small fish
it makes noise for attention
but no whale-mate appears
when a trailer came passing
it chased after it...

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I see what's underneath ladies' skirts; their plump underpinnings and roundness.

I feel shoes scrape across my surface, the feel of a broom and the bold...

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On countrysides animal scurry along, leaving footprints

In the carbonized material of this planet.

Channel surfing & empty ink pens,

Pepsi & wadded up candy wrappers

All over the...

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Elixers, emulsions, powders and lotions,
spread on the counter like a fleet on  an ocean.
It’s those bathroom battles that I still see,
ground that was lost,...

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Virgin Oil encased
Oregano, Basil & Thyme
Fragrance ascend
Blond strands flyway
Garlic Shards dancing
Swim in the wind
Pulsing Beef Stake
Red River Flowing
Seeds flooding
Tightly-wadded
Expertly wound 
Wasp-hive
Atop her head
Angel hair pasta...

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I dreamed I accidentally bought two expensive tickets to a musical play about Thomas Jefferson, then figured, what the hell, Rhonda and I might as...

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The Offering Plate

The offering plate 
started at row one
I was in row ten.

I reached in my pants
knowing I had a five
down there somewhere. 

I pulled...

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The older I get the less that I fret 
With my panties wadded up in a tizzy 
As anyone could see I used to be
A...

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Eutectic water ice with a time-extending elixir,
Casting a trivial covering of aqueous freezing.
In the puncture spirits of an exquisite spritzer,
The Esophagus of a beat glass,...

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The nights shadows scurry from the dawns arrogant light, 
 as I stand on this ledge, pondering flight...
 What does it matter anyway?
 Tomorrow will...

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