Best Wired Up Poems

..............I could write you 
...................poetic images
...............that would make 
............other women drool.
...............Speak of sunsets 
...........wired, computerized 
....................................to 
.....................................P
...................................PU
..............................PULSE
............ ...to the rhythm of
.........your striking features
B............Build you a ladder 
.............from light, that we
..............could climb...

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I used to like barbells, enjoyed pumping iron,
   my Nautilus* gym was one happy environ.
Those posters of 6-packs and marbled biceps
  ...

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Stayed 
             in the sun 
       ...

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Theres a man in the sky, can you see him hiding, crouching behind the grey mist rising. 
Thunder and lightning seems to guide him to...

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I have this thing called ADHD
The H isn’t silent, I’ll help you to see
Ever since I was small, it’s lived inside me
It affects who I...

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Today’s wind shifts too fast like a muddle
of invisible lint…perhaps dust,as the air 
resists this heart's unanswered questions
howling about this litany of a crushed promise:...

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Slipping into my silver-gray SUV
Nicknamed  " Sly Buster Cruiser”
I speed off down the rocky, off-highway road.
Twisting and reeling like my wired mind,
windows down, sunroof...

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It
was him,
and immediately
I  felt  the very moment he
too, saw me as I entered  the room.  
I averted my eyes, seemingly not...

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Today’s wind shifts too fast like a tangle
of invisible lint…perhaps dust, quivering
unto fissure of grass where my heart scrapes,
as if the air denies unanswered questions
so...

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DEVOURING PRESENCE -- REPOST
' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' '

gray as...

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As morning glowed pale light over the town of Soup Creek,
Jenna woke with a start when she heard a floorboard squeak.
She raised her gun and...

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A white liberal editor said what I wrote wasn’t black enough.
I spoke to him with confidence,
with a hole in my shirt I had tucked in...

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I feel myself glowing when 
I am in a room with you.
My eyes follow you as you 
pour your third cup of coffee.

I've never known...

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I'm laying in bed and it's daylight now. 
Thanksgiving, a week away. 
Always hopeful slumber will eventually fade to dreams,
I finally give up and get...

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It's styles of a nameless brand pristine day
an exclusive star-sheathed shadow after 
overwhelming luminous glare fainted
a somewhat true-to-life footpath in
a back of structured quaintness

Encountering myself...

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