Flashers Poems - Poems about Flashers

...Crazy and sixty, Sam jazzed up his tone. It’s Fat Tuesday, yet he is all alone. Hat with feathers Plaid not leathers Boob flashers captured him on their I-phones.......Read the rest...

...I am a school van bus driver And that's why I'm parked against the curb Waiting in the street with my flashers on Waiting for my student to come out of his dwelling, sigh! And in front of me s......Read the rest...

...no sky overhead, no oceans roar valleys and mountains are no more sights and sounds now isolated only the darkness has been created no passing lane, no exits ahead no toll to pay, no stopping......Read the rest...

...Oh, yes, angels are real ... Late fall of 1974, just after Halloween - I was driving home from prep school one Friday afternoon, After a long week of intense studies and soccer ... On Inter......Read the rest...

...I've never understood how things work gears turn and cranks crank circuits connecting and forming a link all of this stuff is out of my reach its all so confusing, fuses and plugs tha......Read the rest...

...Slow hand Drizzle coats the billboard sitting on that desolate stretch of highway waiting for someone to read or at least hide behind, parked car, back seat steamed windows, sighs just above ......Read the rest...

...There, parked in rows like overused commas or German prose or mothballed bombers lay ranks of rats as if on drill, but quite as dead as vaudeville. Someone had slit each ventral hide an......Read the rest...

...HARLEY DAVIDSON The roar of the victorious twins that spark, Enigma of the spotless glint in the dark, The riders, symbolic of rare brood, Tattooed with insignia and bandana as hood. Third y......Read the rest...

...Till at least I join them, I’ll love all things dead. It’s not macabre; I won’t apologize. Autumn is everywhere; quietly silhouettes of greener times reach to me. The dead don’t always die. Petrifi......Read the rest...

...Ole’ Humpty Dumpty, is in a ridiculous scramble Out of the eggshell, and into a scandal After sitting so high on the throne of conceit His place in the government, now heads for defeat! Convinced th......Read the rest...

...With my trench coat you will see me Looking for hoots Almost in my birthday suit Except for my boots I head to the sea front I’ll find someone there With my man hood to show you My private par......Read the rest...

...Driving down a dark street, raging havoc on the person one seeks. Smokin' on the Mary J., displays the premonitions of one's own mission, to strike out with all deadly intentions. seeing the......Read the rest...