Dreck Poems - Poems about Dreck

At the Gates

...Civilization is crumbling
The Huns are at the gates
I don't know what we're becoming,
But I sure hope that it waits

The children are talking backwards
The leaders are talking in tongues
The f...

Doppleganged

...because …

you
say I for me 
that is why my
breath buoys your lungs
why the dim depth of my eye
measures yours
reflected
tentacular thoughts
wrapping
strangulating
spattering what’s left ...

Prince of a Cat - Ninth Life Long Since Spent

...While rifling through outdated poems of mine
some written quite a number of years ago,
the following mewing effort, I decided to post
for all purring cyber surfers linkedin 
to the webbed, wide w...

Boomerang

...The garbage thrown in the sea 
pollutes the deep blue ocean 
as waves drive back to humans 
the dreck, scrap, and waste....

The Men Who Write Your Christmas Movies, Part I

...I used to be ashamed to say that I
once wrote for a rather large company,
the kind the likes to print up greeting cards,
and for some reason, make Christmas movies.

Now this caused much conster...

How Can We

...We live in this world as if we own this place
We behave as if we are the masters of our fate
We talk, we walk , we act like kings
But every day, every single moment 
We are make aware of our bit
...

Onerous Anus Complex Number One

...Pain in the ass devoid of dreck
inapropos poetic material what the heck
more unbearable than crick in neck
shiver me timbers, I feel like total wreck
the (see) Edmund Fitzgerald, si?.

Spasmodi...

63vw Bug Domed Home

...63VW Bug Domed Home
$300 Empty Wallet,
Waved in Greeting Others "Bugged",
DIY Toolin' Schoolin',
Leakin' Carb Fixit,
Installed & Tighten',
Fired Her Up & Look It,
Engine Lit & Smokin',
Act Fa...

Metamorphoses Into Poignant Womanhood

...Immeasurable maturation profoundly
transformed thy Shana Punim
within whose corporeal femininity
gravitas resonates and doth hum
whose unbelievable transition, now
follows the beat of her own dr...

Sick Love

...That poor old woman who loved her food
was tender to my heart.
Despite the fact she ate pure junk
and cancer lost her spark.

But my dear heart was ever true
and I was quite enamored.
And I kn...

Stop Kvetching Kookamunga

...I. e., this unfortunate
     mere erred reflection,
     aye re: zine
     (pronounced Syne),
     cuz you Matthew Scott Harris
act like an old curmudgeon,
     does nothing but whine...

   ...

Godot Paid Me a Visit

...While constipation kept me in arrears,
asper daily writing,
     thus ordinarily straight forward
     practiced process culling material,

     (a daily endeavor generally mastered
     by you...

Fresh Out of a Cold Shower

...After being amply lathered
     from head to toe, aye
ya eye ya eye ya eye, and without fail
     (gluteus maximus unloads a dump,

     as predictably happens 
     like clockwork orange
    ...

A Bissel Mashugga

...this alteh kocker nostalgically reflects
     being ma late mama's boytchik
(now, she long since deceased,
     whose cremated remains of day

     scattered to all points on compass)
     fond...

Cowboy Time-Loop, Part Ii

...He tipped his hat and he said to her:
“Ma’am, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
Can you kindly tell me why those whores are out,
has no one taught those girls a lick of sense?”

She chuckled...

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