Bureaus Poems - Poems about Bureaus

...Can the textile, woven soft, Wrapped round cushions, made for traded monies, Hold through wear and treads of bones, spent by those to be beneath me? What is made for you, me and we-- Rather tha......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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...(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 ......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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