Bureaus Poems - Poems about Bureaus

...WARMONGERS I heard we lost another brother His body blown apart IED’s no heart What the hell, there isn’t even a war Searching for body parts amongst the blood and gore Send him home as a he......Read the rest...

...The Cinematic Film Treatment as a stand alone element in the aesthetic revolution we are now not witnessing Ideology Cartel A Dogme 95 gut wrenching revelation of the struggle for political ......Read the rest...

...Ours was daily mysterious, sometimes near mystical, rapture; a sensual yet platonic dorm-mate love affair, within the only male grad student corridor at SFSU. He was the presumably straight......Read the rest...

...So I write... So I write... even in this world despite my meaningless less expressive self...I write. Declined in hysterical, faultlessness...I write to fulfill plentiful emptiness's. What suc......Read the rest...

...Pride flags fly high today Folk music family Mennonite bureaus So many melons and windsocks and dreamcatchers This place signals a rebellion Echoing antebellum times, seething with vibrancy and ......Read the rest...

...YOU ARE WHAT YOU KEEP Let it go. The blackness the blueness the redness construe less. Drop things too heavy to lift. Clear dark bureaus untidy bits Starving dreams deplete......Read the rest...

...(Under a Sea of Junk Mail) If I don't stay on top of it, it piles on top of me. Sorted, shredded, stacked stashed in boxes, baskets, bureaus bulging bags of trash. It multiplies, takes ......Read the rest...

...The debt soars through the ceiling Future generations we are billing The politicians are not dealing With ire there constituents distilling The stock market is reeling The financiers are pee......Read the rest...

...Waiting every (2) weeks for this paycheck to be direct deposited Makes the time fly All the bill collectors got their palms out waiting for their cut Or we going to have to report you Mr. Moreland......Read the rest...

...So I write... Even in this world despite my meaningless less expressive self... I write. Declined in hysterical, faultlessness... I write to refill plentiful emptiness's. Now......Read the rest...