Junkyard Poems - Poems about Junkyard

... The cobalt mind of ancient mariner of the seven seas, the surfing sailor tosses on the waves of youthful life, rolls on the curled crests with the splintered moon, drawn into dark agony trough......Read the rest...

... The migratory mind indomitable, of the spirited surfer possessed, waltzes on waves of life, curled crests climb demented, fling the fractured moon, dark troughs descend......Read the rest...

...They are forming clusters in the sky, and you cannot see them with your naked eyes you have to consult the giant telescope and go deep sea fishing in a construction boat, and when the wind hits your ......Read the rest...

...She took a bit of this and a bit of that Things from the junkyard of Uncle Matt Put them together and made a giant thing A lynx, I think said my Cousin Zing It was a lynx, or a puma or possibly......Read the rest...

... The junk drawer of my mind processes MOMENTO, like golden Ark Dulcimer, Cimbalom that shatters the font of unfinished sound, into pixels of mime, song bound, PUZZLE PIECE orchestrated by the ......Read the rest...

...My migratory mind indomitably mobile, recedes with the ebb of time, seeks the shore of the past, as the spirited surfer on the wandering waves of life, surging on curled crests carrying t......Read the rest...

...Yes, I Remember Her Venomous Sting The newfound rock the size of a baseball I throw it into an angry window To hear with bursted ear and see glass fall This hunchback world what the hell does i......Read the rest...

...menthol cigarettes / messy journals / propane torches / unfinished poems / broken promises / black bandana / clock rings / thrift shops / candle wax / stolen books / peach nehi / ......Read the rest...

...Sounds of inaudible shadows fleeing for cover They're on my trail; one path has led to another The faint noises of their traffic rouse those nearby Summer's night seems to be serene,......Read the rest...

...Opulence can't acquire it, Not even a fragment of its entirety, A priceless gem, The sun's light doesn’t aid its radiance. Unplugging from it, Makes the soul a junkyard, Like playing with the......Read the rest...

...The mobile mind of the indomitable mariner, the resolute sailor floating on the waves of life, rolling on the curled crests with splintered moon, drawn into dark agony troughs of drowned stars, s......Read the rest...

...Geese, Goslings and the Bridge Sometimes, when you least expect it, Mother Nature makes a u-turn and draws you into the ridiculous. Such was the time recently as I was returning from a friend’s h......Read the rest...

... The Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane, a fictional psychiatric hospital and prison: part of the DC comics and first appearing in Batman #258, 1974, referred to as the Ark......Read the rest...

...I remember the green grass, leaves of the trees turning brown. Walking down the stream not caring that gold lay at the bottom. Fishing at the dam a stick a string and a hook loaded with bologna. L......Read the rest...

...After 5 hours of flying and sitting we display an assorted redundancy a sanctioned paraphernalia. Rumpled files of sartorial inelegance squeezed shoulder to shoulder. A night flight, the tube i......Read the rest...