Jukeboxes Poems - Poems about Jukeboxes

...Running down Chicago Ave barefoot brain buzzing hymns and static, neon crucifix blinking above a bodega, the gospel of smoke and piss, all-night diner flickering with ghosts of jukeboxes past—she lau......

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... The ‘Jerk,’ the ‘Frug, the ‘Freddie’ The ‘Pony,’ the ‘Chicken’ the ‘Limbo’ all gone the way of my old stereo… Yet ballroom dancing keeps coming back and sq......

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...My terror began decades ago as I’d witnessed the plotting plans of taking a building down meetings conversations of how dynamite hand grenades including golf balls with draino finally dust pans to po......

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...YOU ARRIVED ON CUE I SUPPOSE RIGHT AFTER THE CHRISTMAS DAY ARSONS MURDERS PROCLAIMING MY LIFE WAS IN GRAVE DANGER WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ARSON MURDER 8 ELDERLY PERSONS PARISHES PROCLAIMED MY EX HUSBA......

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...Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and ......

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...3,334 years ago tomorrow the Israelites crossed the Sea If they had all drowned instead today I wouldn’t be me… The Sea split in half, all the books say and so did water in every bath ......

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...Kisses so sweet, wondrous to remember. Autumnal ones, under those sensual trees of September. When loving winds beneath my uniformed skirt did blow. And I wore your senior ring,which still in me......

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...The Hollywood hills still echoes with his Rebellious yell, we are the forever young Generation. An iconic American symbol, to this the lost Age of innocence. Nay did this rebel die without a cause, ......

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...(Manifesto) VIII … stop! - Skid! - Shift knobs, slide gears, vomit numbness, fondle!… the music of guillotines!… VII … unmannered retching! since everything is a percentage of death in mote......

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...Customers are like bouquets of flowers passing through our twenty-four hours. Breakfast, lunch, or dinner all 365 calendar days guaranteed for a full twenty-four seven. “Hello Sir”! Welcome to Waff......

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...I arrest in the road and think this is the town Where the tumbleweed girls bowl around and around, I freeze in the park and think this is the town Where the seeds of sweet love die cold in the gro......

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