Jeaned Poems - Poems about Jeaned

...There is a legend of a cowboy down in Texas To whom they give the sobriquet of Pecos Bill. It's said he rooted and he tooted As across the plains he scooted, Stetsoned, jeaned, bowlegged, and boo......

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...The gunfire rages through the cracks of neighborhood cages as every fetid tenement ages and voodoo economics suppress wages of waitresses, cabbies and sages... while the slick-shoe alderman e......

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...The lacquer, the tease, the crimp, of the hair as we go out in style, mesh tops with flair the motley choices of fashion pronounced by the neon signs on our t-shirts no doubt. Bobby socks and c......

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...I'm sipping moonshine with the words you left me. Trying to understand why the stars look like hazel eyed explosions; why your fingers left stains of irony around my throat. I guess I couldn't ......

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...(After Langston Hughes) I hadn’t known my infertility was their problem; The adult table contracts from a toddler’s wide wobble while over a gavel — I mean, a rat......

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...As Samuel saw vaulted Xanadu of Kublai Khan fame In smoke-filled corridors of sweat-drenched Opium-eaters Did I spy a vision so surreal as to render all my sentient senses to nought And to replace......

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...And there was a beat to it then, you know? the type you couldn’t place; and you handed in your coat and soul, when you stepped into the room And in the rush to get higher than Eifel, coole......

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...Inside fleshy walls, wallowing in youth, lava coarses corrosive through peeled licorice onward, fleeing the thundering stone vacillating at the center of a man slugging elderberry wine, to become bot......

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...The sizzle of the griddle amongst the chitter-chatter of nubile meanderings The St. Francis rocks rocks the soda POP stops... This fifties Fonzi haunt for the twenty-first century's gaunt feeds th......

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...You tightly-jeaned fellas outlining your phallus leave me amazed and a-ponder I'm amused but bemused: are there girls who have use for what resembles a wee anaconda? Do they worship your shr......

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...The motorcycle rooooooooared~~~~~ Like a ravenous lion Over fresh kill, prancing, charging, pacing It Moved through the hoard Of migrating tourists, frightening the tamer More passive vagab......

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...I don't care anymore. You are the most wonderful thing I've ever seen in my life. Everytime you look at me I want to explode. You're doing some sort of yoga move in front of me which you claim n......

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