Lather Poems - Poems about Lather

For hygiene no hope, No recourse to soap, Cleanliness for rope Germs no longer grope; Easy patrols: lope To those who hate soap Do you ever cope? All Catholics Nope!” For I could tell Pope. Soap is Next father Of laundry’s lather Dwarfed only by surf But to Dirt still rough Use it no odour You’ll smell the other....

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the way-there channel... is for casting -3 0 3 3 3 0 -3 the next-even days we-lather tempers... at yer 'some-day' to set-a-turd-day... for casting pat urned and numb... brrrr'd assss' into a favor-ripe fishing spot stan sand...

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I want to scrape my hands raw, peel away the loops and whorls, make it scarlet Scrape it as you would fish scales, but bloodied Pour antiseptic on it Let. It. Sting. Then wash it away, letting it flow down ...

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Alison weeps at the fake Senior Prom. Alison creeps out onto the lawn. Alison’s skin turns to purple from pink. Alison’s flesh beginning to stink. A stench too great to look away. Poking at the children who’ve come to play. Poking at Alison with a big long stick. Flies alight with each small kick. Alison floats above the field. Amongst the birds and clouds...

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liberty in verse atypical on the Soup born a free-spirited caballero I’ll not dangle from another poet’s noose jigsaw puzzles presented by contest sponsors jump through hoops win their accolades who’s to say what makes good verse? flash your PhD at me “Oh yes, oh yes, you are the best,” most wholeheartedly agree those who compromise win a nebulous prize preset rhyme patterns syllable and word counts twisted forms, multiple forms, mega-forms atrocities...

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