Dream Burlesque Poems

Dark curly hair on the stomach
soft, wiry, or somewhere in between—
with a unique texture especially after bath.

Deep voice that carries a break
especially when in the...

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The Foundation 

When we went to school aeons ago
Christianity and life were easy for a teacher and us.
Jesus on his cross and a disappearing act
Daniel,...

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God and the Devil need us.

This enormous white square is taunting me
daring me to fill its pristine quadrangular
to soil its surface with words
Send the written...

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I left the pub one night in a bit of a tizzy
and saw some kind of being like a tin lizzie.
This turned out to be...

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Oh, beautiful for racist lies,
And Amber Heard on trial,
For TikTok fueled insanity
While twerking Gangnam style.
Ambivalent dichotomies
Now shred my faith in thee.
And guns are good, 
Not...

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In 2050,
If I am still alive,
Oh what pleasure will I derive,
From living in a world that has zero waste,
Zero carbon for me to taste,
And how...

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My baby has bi-lateral bonbons.
She modulates her rhythm side to side.
She’s a twenty-mule team moving violation,
Her motives pure as borax, her methods bona fide. ...

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I always shun the cake,
With too much icing,
Unless I have witnessed the bake.

I always distance myself from a cake,
That has too much frosting,
And I find...

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She ain’t the belle of the ball anymore
She’s not the picture
hanging on the wall
	           ...

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Can I go to the bathroom? This place is full of jackasses. This place is full of jackasses jerking each other off. This place is...

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It so happen,
The hungry whale in hearty amity,
with an invisible scowl and a dreadful leer.   
Led him to the gallows.

blackened by whorish adventurous...

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Man, it’s been four long dog years!
Forlorn doggone tears
of toil 
and trouble

It’s a flee collar fact,
this feels like forty years
of Sirius jaw smack:

Loss leader of...

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Juan (Johnnie) Avocado Seed
By George W. Clever-----15 September 2020

A migrant boy in California 
His only toys were avocado pits
Making castles at the Rancheria 
In the...

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A million stars up in the sky
One shines brighter like you
The power in your eyes,
The beating of your heart,
Just talking to you makes my day
To...

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He’s the devil in your tormented dreams
The shadowy, nightmarish silhouette imp
of a thousand horror newscast,
who muzzles your petrified screams
Keeping those silent eyes
glued to the vile,...

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