Fusty Poems - Poems about Fusty

...A squirrel got into the homestead, it picked a lock with a dry thorn. The smell of dank fur clung. We carried small talk above our heads. Nothing put away but still dangles. Denim droops, snag......

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...If fusty galaxies twirl like Shakespearian poetry, is astrology a tragedy or a comedy? Are there clusters of uppercase in outer space, the remnants of metaphors that broke up like meteors? My......

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...There's nothing positive about racism However, this cancer dehumanizes everyone This bacterium kills all good pisum sativum All necessary ingredients that distinguish a human From something worst......

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...He shoulders his heavy mind, hunched under a dripping umbrella of anxieties. Dogs avoid the puddles he makes, minor ponds of sniffs and scuffles that he takes with him always. He has a pock......

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...In the depths of Mt Rainier fire stirred, The earth around trembled in dire anger, As the fiery spirit Elf wandered In the depths of the spouting volcano Exuding thick feculent, fusty smells, An......

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...Time is a sieve through which everything slips what once mattered rendered meaningless as our lifeblood drips onto the clay creating a muddy bog that in our well worn boots we wearily s......

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...We carry small talk above our heads, ceilings drip clouds. Nothing is put away. Coats dangle over chairs in layers. Drugged by spate and mizzle, denim droops, snagged over rummage and the outst......

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...I had become less watchful in this honeycombed body, blind behind a thousand windows; windows boarded up, abandoned, not disused but closed off, the way a hive becomes blind one window at a tim......

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...Expertly I sit down, the recliner jumps to my command. The friends of George Washington are here they come bearing paw paw and cloud berries. I am a native morning in Appalachia, there, where al......

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...Tomorrow they’ll come To tear it down, This house I lived in At the edge of town All around me In the fusty air Are the voices of others Who once were there “Yes?” I answer And look aro......

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...Nudnick By Sy Roth Self, I say Self, Wake up. Your ganglions Are asleep again. Wakey, wakey… Those around you, nudnick, Are whirling dervishes Those who come and go In the Speakeasys......

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...Deafening Silence By Sy Roth Are they going to die like that Buried under the silt of time with it all unresolved? Are they a ribonucleic disaster, a broken string of DNA Deposited in a wear......

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...Hee Haw, I Cried By Sy Roth With a mulish hee haw, I wrap myself in my own divine comedy. Commedia dell’arte path For a blind mercenary of his own fate. An ormolu wonder stood before me-......

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...he's been there doing that for about twenty minutes it's both palms on both face pastries he was here the other day laptop in front of him bopping and biffing like in a boat race ......

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...The ebony night crawls With its webbed feet On my distressed mind, To peel off my fusty clothes, From my fatigued body, Stinking me like the putrescence Of my time, and of my life, Feels me th......

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